After Seo Song completed the examination, it turned out he really only had a superficial injury, and Bai Zhi felt relieved as well.
As they walked out of the hospital, Seo Song drooped his head and said listlessly, "Bai Zhi, I'm not going to work. Are you still going to the company?"
It's only noon now, how could she not go to work? Bai Zhi nodded, "I have to go. Why don't you take a cab home? Let me know what you want for dinner, and I'll buy the ingredients after work."
"Can I have boiled fish?"
Bai Zhi thought for a moment and nodded, "Although making boiled fish is a bit of a hassle, since you're injured, I'll make it. But by the time I get home, there won't be any fresh fish. Could you buy a black fish on your way back? I'll get the rest of the ingredients."
"Alright, then you go to work. I'm leaving now."
