The dean looked at Feng Biyan and tried his best to reduce his presence.
"Okay, go and deal with other things first."
After sending the hospital director away, Feng Biyan stood guard alone in this small world. He looked at the operating theater not far away and prayed silently in his heart.
At this moment, Xing Baoshan, who had already arrived at the ward downstairs, was still pacing back and forth at the door. What should he say after he went in?
At that time, how could he successfully avoid Guan Qingyan and let Uncle Feng know that Guardian General Feng was in the operating theater upstairs?
"What are you doing outside? Why aren't you going in?"
Uncle Feng walked over from the pantry not far away with a thermos in his hand. Xing Baoshan looked at Uncle Feng, who had suddenly appeared, as if he had seen his savior.
"Uncle Feng, put down the kettle. I have something to tell you first. You must be mentally prepared for Grandpa Feng."
