A car was speeding along the highway toward the capital.
Chen Gong sat in the back seat, his expression grave.
Driving the car was Qiao Dingcai.
Chen Gong had left Lin Zhanhai to manage the hospital's affairs, and Lin Zhanhai's mindset was very stable now.
For him, such a surgery was meaningless.
He didn't need to meet so many influential big shots.
Compared to that, Lin Zhanhai's greatest dream was simply to complete his project before retiring. That would be enough!
And Qiao Dingcai didn't really want to go either.
The two elders were quite content at heart at the moment.
What a pity!
There were no suitable flights or high-speed trains to the capital at that time, so driving was the most appropriate option.
And Chen Gong didn't have a car...
So they had no choice but to ask Qiao Dingcai to fill in.
Qiao Dingcai was rich. Remember, when he first came to Shanhe Province, it was to make money, and his own vehicle was a Range Rover.
So, he became the most suitable driver.
