After Song Ying sent Zheng Ren off, he rushed back to 912 from the Imperial Airport.
It was already noon when he returned to the hospital.
In 912, it was still crowded.
After asking for the location, Song Ying went straight to the CT room. Chu Huainan sat on the hard plastic chair outside, waiting for him quietly.
"Boss, are you done?" Song Ying saw that his boss's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he was not confident. The boss always had this expression on his face, and he couldn't read people's expressions.
"Yes." "What illness did boss Zheng diagnose me with?" Chu Huainan asked indifferently.
"He said that there's a possibility of an aortic dissection and an aneurysm appearing in beyce's syndrome." Song Ying did not hide anything.
He couldn't tell if Chu Huainan knew or not.
Rather than telling lies, it was better to be honest. At the very least, he was fine now and would not cause any unpredictable consequences.
