"Alright, you all can go back. I'll take care of things here."
Xiaobao finally tidied up the tools in the examination room, turned off the lights, and left the workplace, carrying a sense of fatigue back to his own office. Glancing at the time, he realized, damn it, it was already past one in the morning.
Looking at the office that could only be described with the words "messy, chaotic, and shabby", Xiaobao sighed and glanced at the division chief's seat. He had a strong premonition—if the chief didn't come back, would he turn into another "Old Qin"?
Of course, not in terms of job position, but rather being like him, practically living in the office.
It was so late, Xiaobao decided not to go home. Besides, going back and forth would just waste time. Xiaobao yawned, made a cup of instant noodles, sat at his desk, and turned on the monitor screen... Overall, it could be considered personal time now, right?
Xiaobao thought.
