She was summarizing the case.
Tao Zhijie and He Guangyou, upon hearing her, seemed to be recalling past scenes about the patient, both displaying deeply solemn expressions.
If one could barely breathe, He Guangyou turned away, walked to a corner to sit down, and stared hard at the curtain. Turning to look at Tao Zhijie, it seemed as if he had sunk into someplace, with his eyebrows and eyes downturned, his gaze blurred and lost, only the pen in his hand rhythmically tapping on the notebook like a pendulum.
Xie Wanying paused after speaking for a while.
"Continue," Tao Zhijie said.
