Dean Liu glanced at Zhang Wang with disdain, muttering to himself, "He has a death wish."
However, he didn't continue, but instead poured a cup of tea and greeted Xiao Qiang personally, saying, "Mr. Xiao, long time no see. How have you been?"
Xiao Qiang glanced at Dean Liu, calmly pulled out a book and said, "This is a book of traditional Chinese medicine I compiled in my spare time. It includes the research of many diseases and some prescriptions, however, it is all about traditional Chinese medicine. I hope when you have time, Dean Liu, you can transcribe it and share it with these students who are interested in Chinese medicine."
Dean Liu's fingers visibly trembled with excitement. In his eyes, Xiao Qiang was an extraordinary figure, and now he was willingly donating his book to the hospital. It could indeed be regarded as a treasure of the hospital.
From a distance, Zhang Wang watched the two converse, his face paling with rage, and he stormed off.
