Wei Qing rolled her eyes, "I appreciate your praise, but won't what we're doing be too much?" Last time she pretended to be hurt, and now they're "faking" things with others again; she always felt this wasn't right. However, anything Ji Yunya did always seemed reasonable to her, even if others might see it as wrong. Maybe that's fan mentality.
"Too much?" Yun Ya's mouth curved slightly, "If the result benefits everyone, do you think the means and process still matter?"
Wei Qing was an efficiency enthusiast, so she generally agreed with Yun Ya's words, "Alright, you're always right."
She glanced at the computer screen: "Are you writing a paper?" The screen was densely packed with English, making her head spin.
Yun Ya typed the last word, "The patient report from the last surgery, the editor-in-chief of The Lancet contacted me. I have to write it quickly, or I'll probably get razor blades in the mail."
Wei Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "The Lancet?"
