"Xiao Ze?" He Juan carefully placed a hand on Mu Yuze's shoulder when he saw the boy blanking out.
Mu Yuze blinked as if snapping back to his senses. He stepped forward to receive the pen and paper from Jia Molei, then sat down on the empty chair to fill in the form, acting like that momentary pause earlier was nothing more than a mere illusory. He Juan stared at the boy's back in contemplation. Was it only his imagination or was there something off with Mu Yuze's state?
However, He Juan found no abnormality upon careful scrutiny. Mu Yuze was holding a pen in his hand as he gave the paper a once-over, then he gingerly started to write. If He Juan had to point out one thing though, then it was the boy's frown that got deeper with each passing second. He looked like he had just swallowed a bitter medicine.
He Juan shook his head, amused. Did he hate the hospital that much?
