Qin Shanshui and Qin Tian were waiting for the president of the National Medicine Association to arrive.
Suddenly, Qin Tian's phone rang.
He frowned. "A call at a time like this... Uncle, let's go home. My dad is feeling unwell and needs you to take a look at him!"
"Your father's health is more important. Let's go!"
Qin Shanshui and Qin Tian stood up. After a quick word with Wang Nansheng, they departed. They left through the back door but couldn't resist glancing toward the front entrance one last time.
They noticed a young man among the crowd, but his back was turned to them.
"Huh? Why does that young man look so much like Yang Qi?" Qin Tian said with a frown.
"Impossible. How could the president be Yang Qi? You know what he's like. It was impossible for him before, and it's even more impossible now. He wouldn't have a chance, even with a recommendation from Lin Qingxuan. Besides, Lin Qingxuan isn't even here."
