3:00 PM.
Office of Neurosurgery, Liu Ziang.
Sitting on the sofa in Liu Ziang's office, Zhao Heng sipped handcrafted coffee, finally feeling a bit relaxed.
The reason for coming to Neurosurgery was a consultation here, also about nanotherapy for brain tumors. After the consultation, Zhao Heng came to Liu Ziang's office to unwind a bit.
Seeing Zhao Heng's relaxed demeanor, Liu Ziang couldn't help but smile and said to Zhao Heng, "You've been under a lot of pressure this time, haven't you? Being the son of the richest man, after all."
"When am I not under pressure..."
Hearing this, Zhao Heng rolled his eyes at Liu Ziang and said.
To be honest, he wasn't looking for stress on purpose, but Eastern Hospital is, after all, the top hospital in the country, and the chance of encountering rare diseases is much higher than in other hospitals.
"That's true, you're almost becoming a full-time firefighter now."
Liu Ziang chuckled and said.
