Zhao Gang, having heard the explanation, suddenly understood. "Sis, you're really brilliant."
An Ning put a finger to her lips, making a 'shush' gesture.
Then she said colloquially, "Don't call me that, call me 'Sis!'"
Zhao Gang made an 'OK' gesture. "Alright, Sis."
An Ning continued to whisper to Zhao Gang. "When you go into the ward later, just follow my lead, and don't get nervous..."
The more Zhao Gang listened, the more he frowned. "Do you really think I'm cut out for this? What if I don't perform well?"
"Relax, it'll be fine," An Ning reassured him.
Zhao Gang was still a bit worried. "Xiaoqiang is much slicker than me; maybe he'd be better at performing."
An Ning glared at Zhao Gang with intensity. "No, I've chosen you. If you don't help me, watch out, I'll tattle on you."
Zhao Gang immediately became frightened. "No, Sis, you can't go whispering nonsense to the boss!"
An Ning snorted with a laugh. "Then it all depends on your performance."
