Lin Jie's rest lasted for two days.
On Saturday afternoon, he lay on a recliner on the sealed balcony, basking in the sun, with Lele lazily curled up at his feet.
Just as he was in a daze, his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from An Kexin.
Lin Jie yawned, stretching out his voice, lazily and affectionately calling, "Kexin..."
Over the phone came An Kexin's cautious voice, "Resting? Miaomiao said you've been looking very drained these last two days, should you go to the hospital for a check-up?"
"I'm just tired, no need to make a fuss. I know my own body quite well!" Lin Jie explained.
An Kexin knew that Lin Jie had been performing two surgeries, each lasting over ten hours, so she said no more. Speaking with excitement, she said, "We've talked with Dr. Chen Qiuhua and signed a letter of intent."
"Lin Jie, you're really like a strong magnet."
"However, you'll need to keep up the good work; surely more people will come because of you!"
