Lin Shi was the kind of person who, the more he cared about something, the more frivolous and casual he acted to hide it.
How could the doctor who had taught Lin Shi for so many years not understand that?
He watched Lin Shi put his white coat back on and focus intently on the experimental equipment in operation. After a moment, he slowly said, "I'm actually a little curious what you'll look like when you crash and burn."
Lin Shi casually complained, "Don't say something that unlucky in a laboratory."
At a hospital more than half a city away, Ji Xi said something similar to him.
"Could you not say something so unlucky?" Ji Xi looked speechlessly at his willful boss.
Yan Xianjue lounged in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a medical journal from the doctor's office. He did not so much as twitch a brow at Ji Xi's words.
Ji Xi rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending you can't hear me. You can't understand it anyway."
Yan Xianjue looked up at him wordlessly. "You really have become... more and more blunt lately."
He paused briefly in the middle of his sentence, as though he had to think before finding a more suitable word.
Ji Xi said, "I'd love to be less blunt. Have you given me the chance?"
God knew how he had felt when he saw Yan Xianjue suddenly appear downstairs from his apartment.
No exaggeration—at that moment, he had even figured out which sea he would have to fill if something happened to Yan Xianjue.
"Didn't I bring bodyguards? What exactly are you afraid of?" Yan Xianjue did not understand either.
Ji Xi could not be bothered to explain. Rather than waste his breath on him, he might as well give