Manbao extinguished the lamp and, after lowering the mosquito net, lay down on the bed. She transferred the pulse cases she remembered today to the system and then opened her mailbox to start typing.
There was no way around it, she had no privileges in this matter, Keke couldn't help her, and she was reluctant to send her original manuscript to Teacher Mo. After all, mailing it would cost her postage, and wouldn't she have to copy it again for her records?
So it was still better to send it via email, which would save on postage and be faster than making a handwritten copy, as if she was reviewing it.
Seeing her struggle with typing, Keke suggested, "Have you considered using voice input?"
Manbao stopped her hands. Although this was the first time she had heard of this term, she quickly grasped its meaning from the name and asked, "Why have you never mentioned this before?"
