By the time Fang Zheng and Sora walked out of the infirmary, two hours had already passed.
Fang Zheng looked refreshed, while Sora was full of energy, her little face glowing as brightly as a delicate flower nourished by rain and dew.
When they reached the entrance, they soon spotted Latifa and Chitou Isuzu pacing back and forth some distance away.
"What are you two doing?"
Watching Latifa and Chitou Isuzu wander around the entrance like zombies infected with the T-Virus, Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow curiously and asked.
"Huh!?"
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's voice, Latifa hurriedly turned around, her face flushing crimson. For a moment, she was too embarrassed to even look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Latifa's flushed face, Fang Zheng carefully looked her over, then turned to Chitou Isuzu and found that she had the same reaction.
"What's with you two? Is the flu going around lately? If you're sick, go take some medicine and get some sleep. Especially you, Latifa—your health was already poor to begin with..."
"Ah, yes, thank you for your concern, Lord Fang Zheng. Um..."
Latifa, who had always been rather composed, was now flustered before Fang Zheng and had no idea what to say. Then she hurriedly gave him a bow.
"N-no, excuse me, um... I-I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first!"
"M-me too!"
Chitou Isuzu did not know what to say either. After hurriedly blurting out a few words, she immediately turned and fled after Latifa in a miserable state, like a pair of beaten dogs.
Watching their retreating figures, Fang Zheng pondered for a moment before raising an eyebrow at Sora.
"Did you lock the door earlier?"
"I think I did? Or maybe I didn't. But what does it matter? Doesn't that make it more exciting?"
Faced