The MVP Qingqing
A few days later, Wei was fidgeting in his ward as Mingshen and Bojing were busy with their checkup. He expectantly moved his head from Mingshen to Bojing and from Bojing back to Mingshen, his eyes beaming with hope and joy.
Mingshen said without raising his head as he wrote on his notepad, "If you turn that damn head of yours one more time, I will snap it with my own hands."
Bojing stumbled, horrified. "B-Boss, he is our patient…"
"Shut up. He is a fucking patient, so he should act like a patient and stay still! Why is he moving around his head like that?"
Wei was unaffected by his outburst and was instead smiling with excitement like a child was going to the amusement park. "Today, I will be back home, right? Right? Right?"
His gaze darkened. Then he sneered. "Mafia King. You see, I am the one who wants to throw you out of my lab as soon as possible. Trust me, nobody is more excited than me."