The moment Ke Yinzhi's name appeared before him, Ke Mingye's pupils trembled. Although his body still stood as erect and rigid as a stereotypical Supervisor, it was inevitable for him to feel somewhat beside himself.
Then, when he saw that Ke Yinzhi's patient uniform was marked with "C-108", his eyes beneath the brim of his hat bulged almost as big as brass bells, it was as if his damn eyes were about to fall out of his sockets, roll around the corridors of the hospital a ten thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine times to calm down for a while.
Fan Quan's expression also turned a bit solemn, but he didn't have a Supervisor's cap to hide his emotions as Ke Mingye did, so he tried his best to keep his emotions even.
Fan Quan was patient C-109, and he had previously researched that his cellmate in the C-level ward would be C-108, who was also among the first batch of patients brought by the last truck.
