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Allowing every patient who comes for treatment to recover and return home is just not realistic.
Qin Miaoke kept urging Zhang Hao to eat some food, "Hurry up and have some, did you drink fake alcohol today? Why are you losing your composure like this?"
Everyone knew that Zhang Hao was already too drunk at this point, and just as he was about to pour more drinks,
Yu snatched the bottle from his hand and put it aside.
Seeing his hands empty, Zhang Hao gave up but still grumbled.
Is it not my good day today? You guys actually won't let me drink to my satisfaction, all this time spent together is in vain.
Zhang Hao didn't tell He Qianhui about the location of the dinner.
She had been familiarizing herself with the documents and the client's information in the company, but the client she was about to face this time was not like any of the previous ones.
Seeing that it was getting late, the manager hurried out of the office, "Xiaohui, it's getting late."
