Five minutes later, Lu Jing pulled out the thermometer and checked it:
"No fever, let's get this to them."
Jiang Ye took it over for a look before turning to leave the sickroom.
By this time, it was already half-past ten at night.
The corridor, which was noisy before, had also quieted down.
The loudest sound now was the ticking and tocking of the machines.
Fortunately, Lu Jing was a doctor herself and was used to all of this; it didn't bother her at all.
A few minutes later, Jiang Ye returned, holding several freshly printed reports.
"Let me see," Lu Jing called out eagerly.
Only then did Jiang Ye hand over the results, but he didn't fully let go, instead pointing out a spot with his index finger:
"This arrow is pointing down; that means it's not normal, right?"
Lu Jing took a closer look:
"It's just some inflammation. Once the inflammation subsides, it will return to normal values. It's nothing, don't worry."
