Ji Xiuwen suddenly felt a bit superfluous here.
He looked at his old classmate with disdain.
Saying it's nothing, how can this be nothing?
He definitely didn't believe it for a second.
"Maybe we should pour another cup."
"No need."
Su Kenan didn't mind, and Lu Xuan didn't insist. Instead, he gave Ji Xiuwen, who was holding back laughter, a glare, cleared his throat, and asked Su Kenan to continue calling the numbers.
They saw patients for nearly an hour straight.
Lu Xuan didn't bother keeping track of how many patients they'd seen. All he knew was whenever one left, another quickly replaced them, keeping him too busy to even take a sip of water.
A woman in her thirties entered the consultation room, her complexion somewhat pale.
As she walked in, she instinctively looked at the three of them, finally fixing her gaze on Lu Xuan, greeting him, "Dr. Lu."
"Have a seat and let's talk."
Lu Xuan gestured with his hand.
