"Brother, you're working this late again!"
On the phone screen, Lin Miao's little face appeared, pouting and looking rather displeased.
"It's not that late. I even took a nap in the evening."
After a quick explanation, Lin Jie reminded, "Miaomiao, you don't have to wait for me every day. Just rest as usual once you get home. There's nothing to worry about here."
"How can I not worry?"
Lin Miao huffed and suddenly said, "Brother, it just occurred to me after coming back that all the stuff we brought, including our Chinese medicine and your anti-rejection medication, got washed away by the flood."
"Have you been taking your medicine these past few days?"
Lin Jie sarcastically replied, "Are you silly? I'm at a field hospital now, acting as its temporary director. It's easy to get any medicine I need."
"Speaking of Chinese medicine, don't forget to go to the Zhou Family's herbal shop tomorrow to get some more brewed."
