"The rest is up to you guys, don't bother me unless it's something big," Bai Jue took off his gloves and lab coat, picked up his car keys, and walked outside.
"Young Master Jue, where are you going?" The Research Room's Assistant chased after him, but Bai Jue had already gotten into his sports car.
With one hand on the steering wheel and a rogue smile playing on his lips, Bai Jue said, "I'm off to chase my wife. Don't disturb me unless necessary, or I'll show you what a fist as big as a clay pot feels like."
"But you did promise to perform that surgery for the president of the Wil Group tomorrow. The scheduled time is tomorrow." The Assistant said, frowning worriedly.
Bai Jue scoffed, "Let him find another doctor. With all the bad things he's done, it's up to King Yama to decide if he lives or dies."
After finishing his sentence, the white sports car sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust.
