Yu Siting's deep, ink-like pupils stared heavily at Yan Xi, trying to read a trace of distress on her face.
But there was none.
Her expression was calm, her gaze leisurely as she slowly spoke.
"I'm merely speaking from the perspective of a doctor, President Yu, so don't get agitated."
Yu Siting paused for a moment. His previous words seemed to have hit cotton, eliciting no reaction whatsoever.
He felt a sinking in his heart, resentment flourishing within him, and no longer wanted her to support him. He withdrew his hand and, with the support of the wall, made his way back to his ward.
Watching his petulant demeanor, Yan Xi raised an eyebrow slightly and quietly followed behind him.
Half an hour later, Yan Xi got the diagnostic report and then dispensed the appropriate medication for Yu Siting.
Considering that Yu Siting probably didn't want to see her at the moment, she had a nurse go to him to administer the IV.