Huo Yao sat up straight with her hands on her knees. After chatting briefly, she looked at Prof Zhao's face and asked. "Have you been burning the midnight oil recently?"
"Is it that obvious?" Zhao Lian touched his face.
"Staying up late is bad for your organs. Didn't I tell you to go to the hospital for a physical examination? I bet you didn't go, right?" said Huo Yao as she raised her brow.
Zhao Lian recalled her saying this. He smiled and said, "I'm perfectly fine."
"I mean it. It won't take a lot of time." Huo Yao was insistent about it and sounded very serious.
Zhao Lian knew that the young woman meant well, so he nodded. "Fine. I will make time for it."
Ever since the National Academy of Medicine encountered a break-in and lost all its archives, he had been very busy.
He had to help in redoing the archives.
