Luo Ziling and Zhao Guosheng chatted for over twenty minutes, then spent half an hour treating him.
After the treatment, Zhao Guosheng fell into a deep sleep.
Luo Ziling called Zhao Guosheng's secretary over, gave some instructions, and left.
As Luo Ziling walked out of the floor where Zhao Guosheng's office was located, ready to take the elevator downstairs, he saw Wang Guoguo in military uniform lingering at the elevator entrance.
Seeing him come out, Wang Guoguo immediately approached.
"You finally came out?" Wang Guoguo must have been waiting for a long time, because when she saw Luo Ziling, her expression was a bit weird, and there was a faint complaint in her tone.
"Have you been waiting here all the time?"
"Yes!" Wang Guoguo gave Luo Ziling a sideways glance, "Standing so long, my legs are sore!"
Luo Ziling chuckled, "I think you're the kind of extra who dies after two minutes on stage, not a qualified intelligence officer."
