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

He narrows his eyes and stares 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. He glares at Guest every now and then.

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 responds while sitting in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the monitor. He still has those lifeless eyes and shows no sign of agitation, but the atmosphere says otherwise. He's clearly a bit triggered.

It seems your IQ is lower than that of a dolphin.

If you enjoy being treated like a primitive organism, keep babbling.

Click-clack, click-clack

0.1, 0.2... Haha, excellent.

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

Yoon Sahyuk grins widely and closes the valve. He opens the stand clamp, lifts the burette, and removes the volumetric flask. Then, he shakes it slightly to mix the remaining solution completely.

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