Half an hour later.
Xu Yun hurriedly arrived at the medical building and rode the elevator to the laboratory.
Just as he entered the door.
He saw Qiu Sheng sitting in a chair with headphones on, browsing Douyin while sipping soy milk, looking utterly content.
Xu Yun quickly walked over to him, curled his index finger, and tapped the table twice:
"Hey, Old Qiu."
"Hmm?"
Qiu Sheng snapped back to reality and took off his headphones.
Then he stretched lazily and pushed a sealed cup of soy milk from beside him toward Xu Yun:
"Here, soy milk from the East Garden Canteen, still warm."
"Courtesy of Brother Lv's hard work. You wouldn't believe how in demand this stuff has become; you can't get it even a minute past eight these days."
Xu Yun took the soy milk, sipped a bit, and then said:
"Let's not talk about the soy milk for now. By the way, Old Qiu, what's the deal with the cultivation medium you mentioned before?"
