On the office chair, the director sat there, hands folded on the desk, silently listening to Chu Dazhuang speak.
Chu Dazhuang and Yang Mi sat on the sofa, Yang Mi gently tilting her head, quietly looking at Chu Dazhuang.
Chu Dazhuang spoke in detail, and as he did, time passed, bit by bit.
After a long while, Chu Dazhuang finished telling his story.
After speaking, Chu Dazhuang gently closed his mouth and looked up at the director with pleading eyes.
Since the number of patients at Chu Dazhuang's Divine Arts clinic had increased, Chu Dazhuang had also started to feel the weight of responsibility.
So, practicing medicine was very important to Chu Dazhuang.
"Hmm, I see,"
The director gently nodded, then began to think deeply.
"This matter is not easy to handle,"
The director murmured softly, reaching out and gently stroking his chin.
Chu Dazhuang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
"What is needed for this?"
