"What are you laughing at!"
Zhao Xin's shout awoke Li Qingming, who had been indulging in his sea urchin aesthetic appreciation.
"A patient could come in at any moment, don't space out!" Zhao Xin yelled from a distance.
"Even if they do, we still have to wait another two minutes," Li Qingming glanced at his pocket watch, "It's now 11 a.m. hospital time, and outpatient services start at 1 p.m."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yin Li emerged from the corridor on the left.
"Emergency area cleared, 15 grams of energy currency."
"We're so poor, if only it were a private hospital," Zhao Xin sighed and turned to look at Li Qingming, "How about you?"
"11 grams of energy currency," Li Qingming replied.
Zhao Xin couldn't help but frown and shake his head, "This is bad, we're going to be at a loss."
