"Doctor Ling, Wei Jiayou's probably writing an article on prolonged CPR." When Yu Yuan found Ling Ran, she saw that he was typing furiously on his keyboard while he was bent over his desk, and she knew that she needed to put aside her story of running into a ginseng spirit with long whiskers first. She told him the more important stuff.
Ling Ran's flawless fingers, fair and slender as they were, with their distinctive joints, heathily plump and smooth-skinned, stopped typing.
"What's the reason for you purposely mentioning this?" Ling Ran looked at Yu Yuan, but he already had some guesses in his mind.
Just as he expected, Yu Yuan said firmly, "Wei Jiayou will definitely need to refer to our medical cases to write his research article."
"Yes… There aren't many cases of prolonged CPR, so it's very likely that Wei Jiayou will take our medical case as his reference." Ling Ran nodded slowly.
Yu Yuan was surprised. "Is that okay? Can you accept this?"
