"Yes, very beautiful." Balan glanced at Qian, not expecting Qian to be so young.
Yu Minglang was already a man nearing thirty. Balan thought he would see a strong woman, much like those sharp and skilled female doctors he had seen outside. He didn't expect her to be just a young girl.
"Hello." Qian greeted him in English.
"You've worked hard. Our old master isn't easy to deal with, right?" Balan probed.
Qian didn't understand why this person appeared here, but she maintained the caution and prudence a doctor should have and just vaguely replied to Balan's question.
"Hmm, I'm tired."
This left things quite ambiguous, making it unclear whether she had treated the old master well or not. Balan wanted to continue probing, but feared saying too much might arouse One's suspicion.
When they were roommates in training camp, he understood better than anyone how frightening One's sixth sense was. In front of One, any tiny clue would raise alarms.
