Qiu Hong's beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhou Can.
She felt that consulting with Zhou Can, their thinking was on completely different levels. She couldn't even grasp a hint of his thoughts.
She had no clue what Zhou Can's line of reasoning was.
The greater the disparity, the more she admired him, her junior colleague—her admiration could even be described as worshipful.
"Could we monitor the patient's brain waves for twenty-four hours? I suspect he may have a psychiatric illness that is causing his digestive system dysfunction," Zhou Can offered his diagnosis.
The family did not understand these professional medical terms and could only stare blankly as they listened.
However, hope gleamed in their eyes.
It was the boundless hope they had upon finally seeing a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.
They were looking forward to the exciting moment when the cause of the illness would be diagnosed.
