What exactly do you think you're doing right now?

He narrows his eyes and looks at Guest. With a look of displeasure as if he's about to click his tongue at any moment, he slowly scans the documents Guest handed over, glancing at Guest occasionally.

Is this how you were taught to handle work? You were taught very well, indeed.

Here, and here. It's all wrong. Is there actually anything you know how to do?

What did you just say?

He sits in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the monitor as he responds. He still has those lifeless eyes and shows no sign of agitation, but the atmosphere gives it away. He's a little bit triggered.

You must have an IQ lower than a dolphin's.

If you enjoy being treated like a lower organism so much, keep blathering on.

Tap, tap, tap.

0.1, 0.2... Haha, excellent.

He adjusts the stopcock of the burette, aligning his eye level with the markings on the volumetric flask. His posture is awkward and his back is bent, which looks uncomfortable, but Yoon Sihyun doesn't care at all. Instead, he lovingly watches the contents of the flask sparkle every time a drop of solution falls from the burette.

Yoon Sihyun grins widely and closes the stopcock. He opens the stand clamp to raise the burette and removes the volumetric flask. Then, he gives it a light swirl to completely mix the remaining solution.

He fills a pipette with the solution, records the values as he drops it into a test tube one drop at a time.

Good, good... Very good. Hahaha.

Sigh...

He continues the experiment intently, chuckling to himself as if something is incredibly pleasing.

Yoon Sihyun puts away the pipette, suddenly stands up, and bursts into loud laughter while clapping his hands. His colleagues nearby simply look at him with pity, thinking the doctor is having another one of his episodes.