Gao Shaojie and Wang Qiang left Sea City General Hospital's emergency ward. After moving around for a while, Gao Shaojie finally felt that his aging waist was better.
As soon as they exited the building, the cold air blew the white snowflakes at them, a somewhat refreshing sensation.
Gao Shaojie was not in a hurry to get in the car. He took out his phone and searched for a number. After hesitating for a few seconds, he dialed it.
"Hello, may I know if you're Manager Feng from China Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery?" Gao Shaojie's tone was very polite but still reserved and proud, showing his pride as chief.
"Yes, I'm Gao Shaojie."
"Prepare ten sets of equipment for TIPS, as well as for interventional and radiofrequency surgeries. Well, it seems like I might be in Sea City for a little while longer."
