Pei Xin answered very casually, "Type AB."
Gu Chu paused. Looking at Pei Xin's nonchalant look, she knew that he was lying to her. She yelled at him, "You're type AB!"
Pei Xin was annoyed. "Type B, ok? If it's not B, then it's O. What's the big deal?"
Gu Chu:"?"
She began to doubt if such an emotional chief surgeon was really reliable?
However, it's too late for her to turn back.
The nurse had already come over with an anesthetic needle.
While the surgery was going on, Feng Jia and Mr. Gu were waiting outside the operating theater.
Suddenly, an uninvited guest approached with a smile. "Am I late? Has Gu Chu already started the surgery?"
Both of them turned their heads at the same time.
Feng Huai smiled warmly.
Behind him was his secretary, Su Xin.
Feng Jia's eyes were cold.
Mr. Gu was a little puzzled. "You are?"
Feng Huai said politely, "Uncle Gu, I'm Feng Huai from the Feng family."
