"Are doctors all so punctual these days?" Li Nanheng's expression was extremely dark.
Qin Siting: "…Didn't you fucking tell me to come in thirty minutes? And you sounded as if someone was dying!"
Qin Siting glanced in the room: "What is it? There's a problem? Should I head downstairs for a cup of coffee first?"
Li Nanheng expressionlessly turned around, indicating for him to enter: "Come in and help the person first."
Qin Siting glanced at him and snorted: "I've never seen you so nervous over someone before. Who was injured? Was it a boy or a girl?"
"Stop wasting your breath. Go in and work." Li Nanheng turned and headed in.
Qin Siting sighed with a smile. "So secretive, that's not like you at all."
Taking care of the injured was always more important, and this wasn't a suitable time to be joking around. The man folded his sleeves up as he entered.
