"Although Boss Zheng is working on a Nobel Prize project, he's still young. It would be awkward if no one supported him," Zhou Chunyong said with a smile. "I'll go down with you. Don't let others find fault with you. They'll say that our Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital doesn't value technology and talents."
Zhu Liangchen knew what this guy was thinking. He chatted with him indifferently and they went downstairs together.
Standing at the entrance of the inpatient department, he saw a few people walking over from afar. There was also a girl whose ponytail was swinging happily.
"Why are there so many people?" Zhou Chunyong asked in puzzlement.
It was said that he was a junior doctor who was poached from Sea City in Northeast China by Chief Kong of the 912. He had just arrived not long ago. In Zhou Chunyong's imagination, it should be Boss Zheng, who won the Nobel Prize, coming alone.
