"What's her major?" Phoebe Hoffman's interest piqued as she slanted a look at him.
"She..." Wallace Radcliff seemed unsure how to begin, but since Phoebe had asked, it would be rude not to answer, "...Chinese Medicine."
"Chinese Medicine?!" Phoebe's voice rose three octaves; her headache grew worse. She rubbed her temples incredulously and said, "You got a student of Chinese Medicine to help us look at the autonomous driving programming source code? Is this a joke?"
Frustrated, she paced back and forth, saying, "I've been stuck on that source code for three months, and I just wanted Amadeus to take a look... If Amadeus is unwell, I could just go back and ponder over it some more. Even if I couldn't figure it out, it would still be better than asking someone so unreliable for help."