Yin Wuque looked at the CT scan report in his hand.
"Director Fan," he put down his coffee cup and said to Director Fan of the Spirit Radiology Department, "You personally looked at these, right?"
"That's correct, Vice-President Yin."
"Is that so..."
Yin Wuque, looking at the stack of imaging reports, said, "Partial soul loss, such a rare case indeed."
"Yes... it is..."
"It closely resembles Meng Hua's symptoms."
Yin Wuque fell into contemplation.
"He's in the isolation ward, which is for the best."
Then, he waved his hand, signaling Director Fan to leave, before picking up the telephone on the desk and dialing an internal number.
Before long...
The call connected.
"I need you... to do something for me."
After Yin Wuque said what came next, he added, "He is Dai Lin's cousin, don't let him get suspicious."
Afterward, he hung up the receiver.
At times like these, Yin Wuque particularly missed the days before he entered the hospital.
