"Chen Yu!"
"Hey!"
"We're running out of time."
"What are you doing..."
Amidst the anxious shouting of the young man in the duckbill cap, the door to the operating room swung open.
Chen Yu emerged in disarray, clothes rumpled, with a blank expression on his face. He approached the young man, fastening his broken belt buckle.
"What were you doing in there?"
"Nothing much, just had a fight. Let's go."
Standing still, the young man frowned deeply as he watched Chen Yu's retreating figure. He had a vague feeling that something about the other had changed.
But he couldn't pinpoint exactly what the change was.
After pondering for a moment without resolution and no time to spare, he immediately caught up to lead the way: "Follow me, straight to the Temple. We've already exceeded the agreed one hour, and the Superintendent is very angry."
"Is that so."
Maintaining his pace, Chen Yu responded indifferently.
Angry?
Let him hold it in.
