In the evening, Ely and Bilige returned to the dormitory, Ely carrying two cans of Red Bull, Bilige holding a bag of fruit.
"I heard you're starting to write your thesis?" Ely placed the Red Bull on the table, "We're here to cheer for you."
Zhaxi smiled wryly, "I can't write it, not even the beginning."
Bilige leaned closer to the computer and glanced at it; the blank document had only one line of a title. "Just treat it like you're writing a medical case report: chief complaint, current medical history, past medical history, step by step."
Zhaxi shook his head, "It's not the same, much harder than a case report."
Ely pulled a chair and sat down, opened his own computer, "I'll help you find the literature, whatever you need, I'll get it for you."
Bilige sat down too, "I'll help you sort out the data, lab results, imaging reports, I'll turn them into tables for you."
