Shen Jingqi entered the VVIP room, where Li Baiyu was waiting for him.
The edge of the chopsticks suddenly cracked a fine line.
Li Baiyu paused while serving soup, her earring swaying a greenish hue in the warm light.
"Change the tableware." She stood up to search.
"No need." Shen Jingqi pressed her wrist. Her pulse throbbed under his fingertips, reminding him of those brainwave patterns in the lab. The Angelica black-bone chicken soup on the table steamed, weaving a thin veil between them.
Li Baiyu sat back down, her fingernail grazing the porcelain spoon's handle.
"You're going to be discharged tomorrow."
Shen Jingqi's spoon hit the edge of the bowl with a crisp sound.
"Tonight, Lin Shuwang will also be discharged."
Shen Jingqi suddenly smelled the scent of disinfectant mixed with a cloying fruity aroma. This scent made the back of his neck tense—it was the unique smell of neuron link agents.
