Staring at the phone, Han Yi's heart was racing. It took her a long while before she pressed the answer button.
"It's me, Han Yi!"
Chi Xiaoyu's voice came through.
Han Yi let out a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Yu, you're still awake this late?"
"Yeah, I'm worried about you. How are you doing, are you home alone?"
"No worries, I'm doing fine, just tidying things up at home, and the day just flew by."
"No troubles encountered, right?"
"None, everything's going smoothly... In a couple of days, once I'm done tidying up at home, I'll start a private clinic. By then, I'll apply for it..."
Han Yi held her ballpoint pen, scribbling in her book.
Actually, these plans were made on the plane; now it's just a matter of implementation.
