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When Chi Qingyun returned from a business trip, he brought some sesame candies. Since there were no patients in the afternoon, he put the sesame candies on the table. Everyone was scrambling to eat, but only Zhou Guozheng was still writing. Chi Qingyun took a bag of crispy candies and walked over.

“Here you go to eat.” Chi Qingyun said as he handed over the crispy candy.

Zhou Guozheng raised his head, took the crispy candy and said gratefully, “Thank you so much. You still think of me.”

What are you writing? Is it popular science or a thesis?”