The night deepened and the light from the study cast a gentle glow on Yang Ping's face.
Lu Xiaolu's phone rang twice before he answered, and the background sounded with the beep of instruments; he was likely still in the Laboratory.
"Professor, you haven't rested yet?" Lu Xiaolu's voice carried a hint of surprise.
"You haven't rested either." Yang Ping leaned back against his chair, his gaze still fixed on the spectrum image on the screen, "There's a case I'd like to discuss with you. A twelve-year-old girl, diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma, biopsy-confirmed DIPG. Progression after radiotherapy; the family is not giving up and wants to try a new proposal."
Silence lingered for a few seconds on the other end of the line.
