"Thank... Thank you..." Chairman Jiang's voice trembled as he spoke.
Who would have thought that the patient had no external injuries, but had a metal object in her body? If it was really the sharp kind, it would cause blood to spread certain diseases during the surgery... When he thought of this, Chairman Jiang's back broke out in sweat.
At this moment, the cell phone in the pocket of his isolation jacket vibrated.
Chairman Jiang looked a little anxious and impatient. He said, "Who is it? Help me pick up the phone."
"Oh," Zheng Ren answered.
"Who is it? It keeps calling. Don't they know about the surgery?" Chairman Jiang nagged, using words to ease the tension in his heart.
Zheng Ren picked up the cell phone and looked at it. It was saved as 'Bro Wang.'
"Hello." Zheng Ren picked up the phone.
"P-President Zheng? You..." on the other side of the phone, President Wang spoke hesitantly.
"I just came up."
