Another group was formed by all the students from the academy who came to intern at Jingwei, and Nan Zhubin was added to it. The current message is from this group.
[Has anyone reached the entrance? Let's gather at the entrance of the outpatient building first, don't go in one by one.]
[Arrived, arrived, gathering at the entrance.]
[Who hasn't arrived yet? We counted here and seem to be missing one.]
[Seems like it's a freshman brother?]
Looks like they were made to wait.
Nan Zhubin hurried towards the outpatient building.
Standing at the entrance of the mental health center was a line of fifteen people, no more, no less, gathered in threes and twos, and among them, there was only one boy.
Some were looking down at their phones, some were flipping through the folders in their hands, some were chatting softly with each other.
Some showed a bit of nervousness, some carried a hint of expectation, and others were visibly impatient.
[I've arrived, I see you all.]
