In the morning, Wu Hui wasn't very busy.
But he kept clutching a cell phone in his hand.
Like an imperial sword, holding it gave him a sense of mission and honor!
Seeing this, Xue Zhengren couldn't help but pause:
"Director Wu, why are you holding a phone all the time?"
Next to him, Yang Ming from Xiehe also nodded, curiously looking at Wu Hui.
Recently, An'yang's emergency neurosurgery team has been like a home to these academicians.
They come over every few days.
Wu Hui said solemnly, "Don't you think this phone looks familiar?"
Xue Zhengren paused, took a closer look, and indeed, it did seem familiar!
"Hmm, it does look a bit familiar."
Yang Ming suddenly widened his eyes: "Isn't this Professor Chen's?"
Wu Hui nodded, full of honor and pride: "That's right, Teacher Chen is in seclusion, and told me to answer his calls, saying not to disturb him unless it's important."
Hearing Wu Hui's words, Xue Zhengren and Yang Ming exchanged glances.
