The two of them got their meals in the cafeteria and found a corner to sit down. Han Xi ate her food absent-mindedly, her head bowed.
"Xiao Xi, what's wrong?" Chen Zheng couldn't help but ask, seeing her low spirits.
Han Xi looked up and took a soft breath, "I'm fine, just... thinking about the patients."
Chen Zheng nodded half-heartedly, cutting the steak on his plate into pieces and putting them on Han Xi's dish. "Eat more meat; you look thinner these days."
Staring at the pieces of steak, Han Xi's mind uncontrollably flashed back to the dismembered dead cats, and she hurriedly pushed the tray away in fright.
"What's the matter?"
Han Xi's hands trembled, gripping the corners of her white coat, her face pale without a trace of blood. "I'm fine, I... I want to go back now."
After saying that, Han Xi got up and walked outside. Chen Zheng worriedly followed her out. "Xiao Xi, did something happen?"
Han Xi shook her head, not wanting to say anything.
