Zhou chunyong got up, opened the closet, and changed his clothes. As he walked out, he pondered how he should tell boss Zheng about this.
He called the young doctor Liao, who could drink and chat, to accompany him downstairs. They were silent the whole way.
"Chief, are you feeling unwell today?" Doctor Liao asked carefully.
"No, I'm thinking about something. You'll be driving today."
"Oh, okay! Isn't it too early for us to go to a restaurant at this time?" Doctor Liao didn't understand. Even if he wanted to treat boss Zheng to a meal, he didn't have to go two or three hours in advance.
"Not the restaurant, go to the hospital of the medical University." Only then did Zhou chunyong realize that he had not told doctor Liao about this. Fortunately, he had asked, otherwise, he would have taken the wrong path again.
