This Is a Bomb

The ward mate's words stunned Qiao Dongliang, leaving him in deep thoughts.

After some time, Qiao Dongliang looked at Qiao Nan and asked, "Nan Nan, do you really understand what is written in these documents?"

"Most of it." Qiao Nan, who was totally engrossed in the translation work, did not even lift her head. She was reading the documents meticulously and thoroughly. When she had the gist of it, she made a few drafts, organized the sentence structures in her mind, and then penned down the translated contents in Chinese.

As Qiao Nan was very conscientious, both Qiao Dongliang and the ward mate suddenly stopped chatting. They quietly maintained the silence. All of a sudden, those in the entire ward could only hear the sounds of Qiao Nan flipping the papers and scribbling down words as the tip of her pen touched the surface of the papers.

After two hours, Qiao Nan had written a page full of words.