Sang Qingran walked back from the ward to his desk, reached out for his mobile phone on the table, and saw a message from Siyang saying he wanted to come see him. Subconsciously, he furrowed his brow.
Usually, Siyang wouldn't look for him if there wasn't something important, and he thought again about the incomprehensible phone call from his senior brother that morning.
A vague fear surged within him, and he got up intending to leave, just to collide head-on with Sang Siyang.
Sang Siyang said straightforwardly, "Third Brother, I have something to tell you."
"Not now, I still have things to do," Sang Qingran's heart silently screamed at his fear, and he instinctively wanted to leave.
Sang Siyang grabbed his arm and said word by word, "Third Brother, I asked your senior brother, and the next half hour is your lunch break. Unless something unexpected happens, you don't have anything else."
