The Intern  

Mingyoo returned to the hospital room fifteen minutes later, surprised to see Hank Sang. "What brings you here?" he asked.

Hank, clutching his backpack, replied with a poker face, "I need to talk to you."

"Why couldn't you just call?" Mingyoo, for once, sounded like a wise elder, advising, "You're still in school, about to start your senior year. Isn't all this flying around a distraction?"

"Not at all," Hank said earnestly. "My coursework is easy. It doesn't get in the way. But the task you gave me was a bit tricky. It took up quite a bit of my time."

Mingyoo was momentarily speechless. Wenjay, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh. That blunt retort was a direct hit!

Mingyoo noticed Wenjay's amusement and shot him a disgruntled look before asking Hank, "Did you find what I asked for?"

Hank nodded, pulling out a rather hefty laptop from his bag. "It's all here, but I can't send it to you. You can only look at it here."