Nan Zhubin looked up.
With a quick glance, he caught Weng Pinting's changing expression and movements.
[Slight descent of the chest.]
[Flared nostrils.]
[Is this... a sigh of relief?]
Nan Zhubin's face remained unchanged, but he slightly frowned internally.
[Was she... afraid before?]
[No, she was worried.]
[What is she worried about?]
Nan Zhubin thought for a moment and concluded, "Sister Pingting, that's about the situation with this case."
He changed the subject, intending to ask about serious matters: "The prescription list I asked you to check before—any results?"
Nan Zhubin saw Weng Pinting purse her lips.
[Hesitation.]
He heard Weng Pinting say, "There are some results, but the issue isn't significant."
