On the weekend, at 6:20 in the morning, Chen Xi pushed open the door of the teaching room, the lights were already on.
She paused for a moment; someone was there earlier than her. Lin Yuan sat in the corner, three medical records spread in front of him, holding a pen and writing something in his notebook. Hearing the door, he looked up, glanced at her, nodded, and lowered his head to continue writing.
Chen Xi walked to her seat, put down her backpack, and took out her notebook. She glanced at Lin Yuan, wanted to ask something, but didn't.
At 6:30, people gradually arrived. By 6:50, all twenty people were there. No one spoke, there was just the sound of pages turning and the soft rustle of pen tips across paper.
At 7:00, the door was pushed open. Yang Ping walked in, holding another stack of medical records.
He placed the medical records on the table.
"You can hand in yesterday's clinical analysis now."
