"Is everything at the hospital taken care of?" Ling Chen initiated a conversation.
"Almost, if things go well, I'll return to Beijing next week."
"That soon?"
"The hospital in Beijing has asked for my help." At this point, Zhu Xiaozhu looked at Ling Chen and said, "When will you come to Beijing? You could come to see me."
"I can't say for certain. I've got work obligations, and it looks like I won't be able to leave anytime soon."
Before Nanrong Wanqing's crisis is fully lifted, he won't leave casually. Besides, he doesn't have much interest in Beijing. The headquarters of the Ghost Organization is based in Beijing; he's far more familiar with it than Zhu Xiaozhu, a local, could be.
As the nation's political center, it's too chaotic there; East Sea City is much better.
Zhu Xiaozhu seemed hesitant and appeared to hold back something she wanted to say.
Seeing this, Ling Chen couldn't help but ask, "What is it you want to say?"
