Dean Lin's thought was natural, but it didn't apply to boss Zheng.
Boss Zheng rejected the post-surgery meal without hesitation.
The surgery was a success, and the goal was achieved. Eating was a waste of time. With the excuse of the Nobel Prize project, Zheng Ren left with his subordinates.
"Boss, it was the same last time at the cancer hospital. It's the same this time." Su Yun complained in the car.
However, Zheng Ren did not mind. He was happy that the surgery was done so handsomely. This kind of good mood definitely had to be shared with her on the balcony, enjoying the gentle breeze. He didn't want to sit at the table and listen to boring people, boring words, and be exhausted.
That would be such a pity.
Looking at the owner sitting in the front row and looking forward indifferently, Su Yun felt helpless.
"Boss, you're quite skilled in today's surgery."
"Yes, it's alright." Zheng Ren smiled.
