Zhou Ming sighed: "You are just too kind. But it's okay, the righteous will be righteous. Now that this matter has been clarified, you can prepare the report for the seminar as usual, and no one can stop you."
After hanging up the phone, Zi Che Tailong leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window. The autumn wind blows and the leaves rustle down, just like those inexplicable entanglements in the workplace. It's not that he doesn't understand the complexity of people's hearts, but he always feels that doctors should focus on their patients instead of fighting among themselves.
