Sang Qianqian jogged up the stairs and ran into her room. She took her laptop and went back downstairs. She didn't alarm the chauffeur at home and took a taxi to the hospital.
On the bench outside the Intensive Care Unit, Shen Hanyu was looking through some information with great concentration, typing something on the computer from time to time.
Sang Qianqian walked over quietly and sat down beside him.
"What're you doing here again?" Shen Hanyu looked up in surprise.
"I'm here to help you."
Sang Qianqian turned on her computer. "Tell me the story you want to tell, and I'll help you with the slide."
Shen Hanyu frowned.
Sang Qianqian quickly explained, "I used to be the champion of a PowerPoint presentation competition in my old international school. If you don't believe me, you can take a look at my work..."
She handed the laptop to Shen Hanyu. On the screen was the PowerPoint presentation of her winning work.
