"Manager Qiu?"
Wasn't that the Manager Qiu he had met in Yemen? Wasn't he the manager of a security company? What was he doing here?
"You know each other?" Dean Xia was very curious.
Yang Ping said with a smile, "We met in Yemen. You could say our friendship was forged in fire and blood."
"That's even better. From now on, Comrade Qiu will be the chief of security for your Comprehensive Surgery Department," Dean Xia said.
Yang Ping shook hands with Manager Qiu again, "How's Dashun doing now?"
Manager Qiu smiled, "He recovered very well afterward."
"Let's take a look at the car first, and then we can talk more in my office," Dean Xia urged Yang Ping.
Yang Ping sized up the car, touched the paint, and pulled open the car door to sit inside for a try.
"Dean Xia, are you sure this was bought by the hospital? Did you pick it out?" Yang Ping asked as he got out of the car.
Dean Xia was so annoyed he almost cursed, "What do you mean by that?"
