Qin Xue knew that not eating regularly was bad for her, but she couldn't help it when she got busy and lost track of time.
It was a habit from her previous life. Sometimes a major surgery would take a long time, and at first, she would feel faint from hunger after leaving the operating room. But as she experienced it more, she got used to it. Now, it seemed that she couldn't change this habit.
"Do you want some alcohol?" Qin Xue asked, looking at the man's back.
"I'm fine with or without it. If you think you have enough energy, feel free to pour more," Chu Molin said with a hint of a smile on his lips. Coming back to such a benefit was indeed nice.
"Huh?" Qin Xue was confused by his words. What did his drinking have to do with her energy? She didn't realize what Chu Molin meant until she poured the wine into the cup. He was always thinking about that sort of thing.
