Gu Ran's current mood was as anxious and excited as students on the afternoon of September 30th; his heart was already flying high.
No matter what, time passed, minute by minute.
Even if it were possible to leap through time, Gu Ran wouldn't want to. Although there were many troubles, overall, he was very happy—who would complain about the fleeting moments of happiness?
He didn't go to the Convalescent Building, but opened the wards' records in the office instead.
Once he concentrated, it wasn't long before it was time to leave work.
Today was Friday, the day Group 2 had agreed to go out for dinner.
"What should we eat?" Gu Ran asked.
"I feel like having hotpot," Su Qing thought and said.
"How about fish hotpot?" Chen Ke suddenly suggested, as if an idea struck him, "I know a place, Feifei and I have eaten there, we can have fish soup, fish porridge, and even slice the fish."
"Which one tastes best?" He Qingyan showed slight interest.