A day later, in the evening.
Li Qiao sat cross-legged in the teahouse of the Mansion, with her phone on the stand, displaying Su Moshi's tepid face on the screen.
"Li San is out of serious trouble now and should recover after some more rest. I am going back to the Medical Alliance tomorrow. Are you coming over?"
Li Qiao leaned against the tea table, shaking her head lightly, "I am returning to the Border tomorrow, so I won't be coming for now."
Su Moshi fell silent for a few seconds, "That's fine. Take the trip back as a chance to relax. I've already spoken to Reid. They'll arrange to send you all the research materials and clinical features, and you can video conference with them any time you need."
"Hmm, thanks."
Su Moshi chuckled, gave a few more words of advice, and soon ended the video call.
Before long, the door to the teahouse was pushed open, and Shang Yu entered, bringing with him a crisp, cool air to sit beside her.
