The next day.
Thursday morning.
At a dock in Dongfang Capital.
Zhang Wei and Mo Yuzhu stood at the forefront of the dock, waiting.
"Speaking of which, after I left yesterday, how was your mom..."
"She ate dinner and went to bed early, but when I got up at night, I heard some noises. She seemed to have trouble sleeping."
Mo Yuzhu said and then muttered, "I guess she's not used to not going to work at the First Forensic Office every day."
"What about you?" Zhang Wei looked at Mo Yuzhu.
"I'm also not used to it. Normally at this time, I would have already started preparing scalpels, saws, and cutting equipment, but now I can't do anything."
Weak, pitiable, and helpless, that was Mo Yuzhu at this moment.
Right now, she was eager to return to her office to resume her usual work, such as performing autopsies on several corpses, cutting open the chest cavities of the deceased, or perhaps removing their kidneys!
"By the way, how did you forensic people get used to it at first?"