Looking up, Yan Xi asked, her face still red, "Sorry for interrupting you. Where were you? Can you show me the treatment plan?"
As strange as it may seem, Zhou Xu felt like Yan Xi was his professor who taught him the medical course. Almost subconsciously, he handed over the treatment plan.
Yan Xi frowned when she saw the first page.
"Are you dissatisfied?" Zhou Xu had been paying attention to the changes in her expression.
Dhe was very dissatisfied.
Yan Xi did not understand why the doses of the treatments changed and why bone marrow neurocyte phenotypes were not tested with flow cytometry.
There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but with Gu Shen around, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Those medical terms were supposed to come out of a girl who dropped out of a lousy university.
"I'm not dissatisfied." Yan Xi forced a smile. "I have to take a closer look."
