Fu Yisi had a bit of a headache. Every time Uncle Han personally came looking for him, it definitely wasn't for something simple.
The man raised his hand and pinched his forehead, then sat down.
"Why do you still come every time I refuse? Uncle Han, there are other doctors in the hospital."
Dean Han snorted.
"You still call me Uncle Han, yet you have never truly agreed to my requests!"
Fu Yisi: ....
The man sighed helplessly, glanced at his watch, and asked with a compromise,
"So what is it this time?"
Dean Han's eyes lit up, and he coughed a few times.
"I'll try to explain it simply, it won't take too much of your time."
However, the promised brief explanation turned out to be a long speech that lasted nearly ten minutes.
Fu Yisi's delicate eyebrows furrowed, finally summarizing quickly when Dean Han paused to drink some water.
"So, you're planning for me, an amateur, to act as a forensic doctor and assist the police with their case?"
