He walked into Tang Yuxin's office, and Tang Yuxin had a gloomy look on her face, obviously in a dark mood, which made Dean Zhu's scalp tense; he was somewhat afraid.
"Yuxin, is Gu Ning okay?"
He asked cautiously, fearing that he might hit a nerve with Tang Yuxin, and that she would throw a chair at him in response.
"Not bad," Tang Yuxin replied, too lazy to say another word.
"Does he need to be hospitalized? I will make sure to free up the best ward for him."
"No need."
"Then what do you want? I will try my best to request it from the leadership."
"Not necessary."
Dean Zhu couldn't help but touch his forehead, really finding Tang Yuxin too difficult to serve and having such an odd temperament.
"Yuxin, that surgery, are you still going to do it?"
Tang Yuxin finally turned her head, and the way she looked at Dean Zhu was as if he were a big idiot.
