(Thanks to the thoughtful bookworm, Heavenly Moon's Solitary Star, book friend 20200116213635763, 115421429, Discarded Looks, Check-in Lemonsky, Playful Dragon 1976, 8901210, 819570573 for the monthly ticket encouragement)
"How did the surgery go?"
Seeing Zhou Shuwen and others coming out of the elevator, Liu Banxia asked curiously.
"For now, the injuries inside the abdomen have been successfully dealt with, and he's been sent to the ICU. We have to observe for a couple of days; the next steps are crucial," Zhou Shuwen said.
"You, on the other hand, have the gall to interfere with what's happening in our operating room even when you're outside? If you're free for lunch tomorrow, arrange a good meal for us in the cafeteria."
With that, Zhou Shuwen returned to his office.
Liu Banxia was a bit puzzled. What's this about? Why should I treat them to a meal just because their surgery was successful? And how did I interfere with what happened in the operating room?
