Zhang Hao immediately realized the severity of the issue and quickly snatched the cup from He Qianhui's grip.
"In just a moment, you've finished a cup of coffee. You're..."
"If you're really tired, take a break. You can look at those materials anytime."
He Qianhui shook her head, took the cup, opened the refrigerator, and poured herself another cup of coffee.
"Like you said, I shouldn't hold anyone back. How can I rest at a time like this? Maybe it's just because I went to bed late last night."
After saying this, He Qianhui returned to the study, unaware of the pained look that appeared in Zhang Hao's eyes.
It seemed his promotion was justified after all.
The announcement of Zhang Hao's promotion was scheduled for Monday morning.
The staff of the hospital, totaling a hundred or so people, stood in the lobby of the first floor, clapping to celebrate Zhang Hao's advancement.
