"Brother Wang, you're so early." Zheng Ren greeted him with a smile.
He admired Daoist Wang a lot, so when he looked at people, the mosaic on his face wasn't heavy, and his celestial aura was the most obvious label.
"Good Morning, boss Zheng." Daoist Wang didn't say much, but nodded slightly. He was polite but not too excessive, polite but not distant.
"Old Department Director pan will be here in a while. We'll do our ward rounds, and then we'll go to Beijing." Zheng Ren said.
Everyone knew clearly that Daoist Wang had come to the hospital so early in the morning because he was worried about his child.
Zheng Ren knew in his heart that the child only had styloid syndrome. He would be fine after going back for a minor operation, but it would not be good to delay it for too long.
