Could this Dr. Pu Dingdong be an undercover agent sent by some hospital? Zhou Can really didn't dare to even think about such things.
He led Zhou Can away from the Cardiothoracic Surgery floor, and stopped in a deserted corridor.
The spot they chose was at the end of the corridor.
It was already midnight, and behind them was the restroom and the storage room for cleaning supplies used by the cleaning staff. They stopped by the window.
"Dr. Zhou, thank you for agreeing to speak with me alone. I want to follow you, is that possible?"
Dr. Pu looked at him directly, his eyes sincere, but his tone was cautious, afraid of being rejected.
In the dim light, his expression was not very clear.
It was clear that he was probably very nervous at the moment.
"That's quite profound, what do you mean by 'follow me'?"
Zhou Can squinted and sized him up.
