Evening.
Shen Yan took off her white lab coat and stepped out of the laboratory to call Qi Si, "Was your father's surgery successful?"
"Halfway."
"Halfway?"
"He can use a wheelchair now."
"Then it wasn't a success, was it?" If the surgery wasn't successful, Song Jinwei's face would darken even more, and who knows, she might even lash out at all the doctors in the hospital.
"In the past, he could only lie down," Qi Si didn't want to talk about his father and changed the subject, "Are you done? I'll come pick you up."
"Not yet, I came out to grab some dinner," Shen Yan remembered something and reminded him, "Mr. Qi, make sure you eat on time too."
"I've already ordered a meal," Qi Si was shuffling papers on the other end, "Don't overwork yourself. I'll come get you before ten."
That meant she had to finish by ten no matter what stage her research was at; she had to leave.
Shen Yan curved her lips in a smile, "Bossy."
"Mmh."
Qi Si admitted it.
