Outside the hospital room.
Pan Yang sat alone on the chair, his eyes vacant.
In the corridor, medical staff and family members of patients were coming and going.
Pan Yang was lost in thought, his mind blank.
It wasn't that he was still "thinking" about the heartfelt words from President Xu just now.
He just couldn't have predicted.
That President Xu, whom he respected and admired, would have such thoughts.
Fawning over foreign cultures?
Not exactly.
Self-serving.
It felt like moral kidnapping.
His inability to accept changing nationalities doesn't mean he can demand everyone to think the same way.
However.
From a certain moment not long ago, he suddenly realized that President Xu and he were not the same kind of people.
"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
In his pocket, the phone was vibrating.
Of course, the phone had to be silent in the hospital.
The absent-minded Pan Yang didn't notice until ten seconds later; he finally realized,
