Luxury apartment.
Ji Baijian, Song Zhizhi, and Luo Xiaolang all ate two large bowls of porridge.
Luo Xiaolang praised without hesitation, "This is the best meal I've ever had in my life. Thank you."
Yan Zhen laughed, "You're welcome."
Song Zhizhi agreed, "I thought you were a doctor, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."
"A woman of many talents." Yan Zhen was cheerful and even made jokes.
"The same hands are used when handling bodies." Ji Baijian suddenly spoke.
Song Zhizhi turned to look at him, "Are you jealous?"
"That's a fact." Yan Zhen said, "But I prefer the touch of dead bodies."
"..." Song Zhizhi was speechless.
Are all of Ji Baijian's friends a bunch of weirdos?
"It's getting late, I should go." Yan Zhen cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, put them into the dishwasher, and wiped her hands. "I'll come over tonight to give you an inflammation injection."
"Okay."
And just like that, Yan Zhen left.
Song Zhizhi helped Ji Baijian to the living room sofa.