Since Mo Jiaolan had already spoken, Ling Feng and Chen Yuhe restrained themselves from bickering again. The lunch was enjoyed in harmony, and it was very merry.
After filling her stomach, Chen Yuhe let out a not-so-ladylike burp and asked, "Ling Feng, what are you doing this afternoon?"
"Nothing much, just waiting at home for patients to show up," Ling Feng replied.
Chen Yuhe pouted. She had stayed at his house for two days and not a single patient had been seen. Being a doctor like this was quite the wonder.
Although she thought this, she didn't say it out loud. Instead, her eyes sparkled as she suggested, "If there are no patients, why don't you take me and my sister up the mountain for a walk?"
"Sure, but does Jiaolan have clothes for the mountain?" Ling Feng asked.
Mo Jiaolan always dressed conservatively, but even with a short-sleeved top and capri pants, it wasn't suitable attire for a mountain hike.
