Xiao Chen clicked his tongue; this was also why he was always reluctant to reveal his identity in front of the media. It was truly bothersome.
Left with no choice, Xiao Chen had to call Xiao Moli and entered the hospital through the back door.
Unlike the heated atmosphere outside, the inside of the hospital was exceptionally quiet, with a hint of heaviness in the air.
Led by the personnel at the front, Xiao Chen went straight to the director's office.
Xiao Moli was standing in front of the desk with an exceedingly gloomy face, clutching a report so tightly that his fingertips turned pale.
Beside him stood several doctors, all looking pale, their heads lowered, as if they wished they could bury themselves underground.
Bodies involuntarily trembling slightly.
The atmosphere in the office had nearly dropped to freezing point.
The oppressive and heavy atmosphere made it almost impossible to breathe.
