Qin Siyang and Wen Shu stopped chatting.
Wen Shu focused on the practice questions.
Qin Siyang thought over what she had told him, taking it all in.
The two sat quietly together, yet in perfect harmony.
When people understood each other without words, there was no need for idle chatter.
That was how it was between Qin Siyang and Qian Wendao, between Qin Siyang and Li Tianming, and between Qin Siyang and Wen Shu.
With Qian Wendao's hapless nephew Shen Shisong, however, Qin Siyang had to spell out every single word before he could feel at ease.
"Oh, right. Teacher Zhu's granddaughter came to school this morning. She said Teacher Zhu was recovering well and would be discharged soon. Their family wants to thank you in person."
Qin Siyang had complete confidence in Chen Fenghe's skills, so Wen Shu's news came as no surprise.
"There's no need for thanks, is there? Just tell Teacher Zhu to focus on recovering. No need for all those formalities."
"I don't have a phone, and neither does Teacher Zhu. You'll have to tell her yourself."
Resigned, Qin Siyang took out his phone and called the hospital's front desk.
"Hello, this is Qin Siyang."
"Qin Siyang? Who's that?"
"Oh, a friend of mine had surgery with Dean Chen's help."
The nurse on the other end instantly became exceedingly deferential. "Oh, Mr. Qin! What can I do for you?"
"Well, sorry for the trouble, but please tell my friend I've been busy lately and might not be able to visit her. Tell her to focus on recovering. We can meet at school once she's fully recovered."
"Of course! Of course! Understood. Is there anything else?"
"No, thank you."
"You're welcome!"
Qin Siyang hung up and considered his plans for hunting Gods the next day.
Wen Shu