In the waiting area of the research institute.
Shang Jianyao paced back and forth and grumbled from time to time, "Why isn't she out yet?"
Being rash and bold often meant being impatient.
Jiang Baimian sat on one end of the bench against the wall and couldn't help but say, "Stop pacing about. You're making me dizzy."
Doesn't this fellow know that emotions are infectious in such situations? I wasn't nervous at first, but seeing you walking around and grumbling makes me nervous as well.
"That's right—be patient. Such surgery will definitely take a long time." Long Yuehong agreed with his team leader.
The honest Shang Jianyao immediately retorted, "Who said so? It's not like you've done it before!"
"I did," Jiang Baimian subconsciously replied for Long Yuehong.
Shang Jianyao quickly asked, "How long did it take?"
Uh… Jiang Baimian was a little stumped.
