At noon, Lin Jie personally conducted a detailed re-examination for the Indian boy.
Seeing that the examination results were within the expected range, he ordered the boy to be transferred to a regular single room, set the care level to special grade, and then hurried back to the Medical College to give his afternoon lecture.
At five thirty in the evening, the class ended,
Lin Jie went to his office at the Medical College to take a short rest and waited for Qin Gang to bring dinner.
He noticed that there was a bruise on Qin Gang's left cheek, his right lip corner was slightly swollen, and his lip was broken with some blood faintly seeping out.
"Did you fight with Guan Muhua?" Lin Jie inquired with concern.
"Sparring, we were just sparring."
Qin Gang, touching his lip corner, corrected him, "While you were in class this afternoon, we had a sparring session at the school stadium."
"That guy still has some skills."
