Crouching behind a bush only half as big as his torso was a challenge and a half, paired with needing to remain out of either of their sights, needless to say Li Xinyuan was in an awkward position. Granted, the awkward position was largely self-inflicted, he did not have much grounds for complaint.
Regardless, ignoring the growing kinks in his back and waist, the surgeon remained steadfastly crouched behind the bush, still straining his ears as he stowed away the distantly fragmented words in the back of his mind to think over later.
Every few seconds, Li Xinyuan shifted in his place, leaning a little more forward with every passing moment.
