"Teacher Song, you're really something."
"These big shots, I usually only see them on TV."
"So, now that you've seen them in person, don't you owe me a thanks?"
Song Sizhi glanced at the young nurse at the nurse's station.
Smiling, he teased her.
The latter giggled awkwardly.
"They just look a bit silly."
"Right!"
Song Sizhi patted the table when he heard the girl, boldly uttering six words, "Great minds think alike."
The few 'sillies' were standing behind, not daring to make a peep.
Though they clearly heard themselves being mocked, they had to tough it out.
Just like they told Song Sizhi earlier, it's a political task for them, can't mess it up.
Getting blamed is a small issue, but a demotion is serious.
"Teacher Song, how about after work?"
The people from the research institute followed from the office to the nurse's station.
Standing beside Song Sizhi, they whispered their discussion.
Song Sizhi was flipping through patient records at the nurse's station counter.
