Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan both froze for a moment, turning their eyes over to him.
âDo you need something?â Yan Suizhi asked him gently.
However, Ke Jin seemed only to be finding a spot to zone out at. He didnât immediately open his mouth, nor did he even spare the other two a glance. He merely lowered his gaze.
Shortly after, Joe came over too.
âGu? Have you seenââ Joe stopped midway, for he had already spotted Ke Jin who was seated down.
He let out a long sigh of relief. âGeez⊠what brought you over here?â
Ke Jin still didnât respond.
Joe didnât mind. He simply took a seat over on this side as well.
There was no difference in class in his private space shuttle, simply that some of his friends preferred silence, whereas some preferred making merry, so this accommodated their habits.
Joe, âNot going to play poker with them next door?â
Gu Yan shook his head. âIâll rest here for a while, I have to follow up on a case later.â
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âHow about you?â Joe asked Yan Suizhi, âYouâre his intern, right? Does he still seem human when heâs being strict?â
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Joe continued to add, âHe completely inherited the style of that dean. Oh, thatâs not quite right, I should say your former dean. Iâm not from the law school, but even I have heard of it. Every time it came around to the university research review, there would be mountains upon mountains of corpses. It was very, very tragic.â
So, the warm-hearted young master enthusiastically sniped at Gu Yan without reservation, trying to help the intern relax. âThe key difference is that your Dean Yan had a graceful bearing and was always with a smile; he gave off a very likeable impression. Gu is different. Heâs a man who lives in a freezer; the only thing he leaves behind is a fearsome reputation.â
âDidnât you come to take Ke Jin next door?â Lawyer Gu flatly began to drive him off.
Joe shook his head. âWeâll just stay here for a while. I can tell that he really likes the vibe here.â
Being able to tell whether or not a person devoid of expression and speech liked something was only possible with a certain level of understanding.
âDidnât you say the doctor advised you to expose him to livelier settings?â
âItâs not quite about liveliness. The doctor advised that it was more suitable to put him in a more laid-back environment,â Joe said.
As they spoke, Ke Jinâs gaze had imperceptibly strayed away, landing on the coffee in front of Yan Suizhi, staying there for an unknown length of time.
âDo you want some?â Yan Suizhi asked him.
There still wasnât any response. His eyes didnât even blink.
âHe hasnât said anything in a long time,â Joe explained to Yan Suizhi before pressing the service bell by the side of the sofa. âUncle Chang, could you have someone send a cup of coffee here? For Ke Jin.â
The coffees prepared for Ke Jin were special. Rather than coffee, these actually had very little added flavour; the cup was almost all milk, and was much milder in taste than a latte.
He looked at Ke Jin for a moment. When he saw that the other seemed as usual, he averted his gaze and continued to speak to Yan Suizhi. âNo matter who it is or what is said, the greatest feedback he has given anyone is to look the other in the eye.â
Yan Suizhi had actually visited Ke Jin once, but that was when his condition was at its worst. His entire person looked emaciated. He was insomniac through the nights and thin as a match. He was like a bird easily startled by a bow.
Afterwards, Joe took him out of the hospital, so it wasnât as convenient to drop in for a visit.
Therefore, Yan Suizhi wasnât aware of how his condition had progressed. He only felt that Ke Jin looked much better now than he had then; it was clear that he was being quite well cared for.
âAt first, he wouldnât speak even when his condition flared, so there was no way of finding out what the cause of his breakdowns was. But he started repeating a few simple phrases in the past half-year,â Joe said. âThe doctor sees this as progress. Still, he is always very quiet outside of these flare-ups.â
âWhat would he say? Is it like today?â Yan Suizhi asked.
Joe didnât go into the specifics, glazing over it. âPretty much. Sometimes denials, or repeated apologies; they all concerned that case from before.â
The fugitive had yet to be found even to this day. The general consensus was that he should have undergone genetic modification surgery.
Genetic modification was regulated in the alliance. Only authorised hospitals could perform surgeries of this nature, and Spring Ivy Hospital was among them.
The reason for regulating the procedure was to prevent problems such as criminals escaping and concealing their identity.
However, reality fell far short of the richness of perfection.
As long as civilisation existed, there would always be a black market. Grey channels could always be found if one was so inclined.
There were ways to detect traces of genetic modification. However, they were cumbersome and subject to a certain range of error. The base cost was also very high, so it was unlikely to be widely available.
This gave people opportunity.
The rich second generationâs mood turned sour at the thought that that person could have changed his identity and name, living freely in the world under a different guise. âForget it, letâs drop the subject. I will find him eventually.â