"Hahaha, Xiao Ding, you sure do know how to talk." Dean Jiang seemed quite pleased to hear Ding Yue say he wasn't growing older.
It was true in a sense; he might have aged physically, but his spirit was still young.
But in terms of age, he was indeed getting on in years. In just a few more years, President Jiang Zhongbo would be retiring.
Ding Yue spent his walk up to the university gate on the phone with President Jiang Zhongbo, discussing the 3D bio-printing project, and then they were more or less done.
President Jiang Zhongbo was a straightforward man. If Ding Yue needed help with something, he would do his best to support him, as long as Mist City Central Hospital could lend a hand.
Take this time, for instance.
