All right, see you tomorrow." He bid them goodbye and they all left went over to the lounge picking others up before exiting the building.
Dr. Lin Qiao leaned back in his leather chair once the consultation room emptied, the subtle echo of their footsteps fading into the quiet hum of the private wing.
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number he was familiar with and made a video call.
It rang twice before someone picked up on the other end of the phone call.
"Yo, Lin Qiao! You are finally done playing with scalpels and rich people? You rarely have time for poor people like us!" came the teasing voice of Dr. Han Yue, an old med school friend and now a renowned orthopedic surgeon abroad. They were close friends and also cousins, they were closely related.
