He had been studying Chinese for a while now, and his typing was fine, but when he spoke, he found every word awkward.
Ji Shaojun, Ji Heng: "...?"
Both were very silent.
Ji Shaojun silently went to make tea for Dr. Lance with the leaves brought by Director Chen, earning himself a thumbs-up from Lance.
Shen Qing hadn't woken up yet, but her vital signs were all good.
Bai Lian sat beside Shen Qing and casually placed her hand on her pulse.
"Bai," Dr. Lance, holding a teacup, stood aside, and after the previous incident, felt his Chinese wasn't good enough, switched back to English: "Is this the Chinese medicine pulse-taking thing you're doing?"
"Hmm," Bai Lian withdrew her hand as Shen Qing's pulse was steady. She exhaled slowly and said leisurely to Ji Shaojun, "Auntie will wake up tomorrow morning."
Ji Shaojun was eating beside them.
When he heard Bai Lian speak, he thought she was just trying to comfort him, "Alright, it's okay, you don't need to worry about me."
