"Oh, I'm Huang Yonglin, my office is in the internal medicine room number 4."
After the doctor finished speaking, Nan Jiayan just said, "Got it," and directly hung up the phone, closing his eyes with displeasure, silently sighing.
Nan Jiayan arrived at Doctor Huang's office, knocked on the door with his fingers, and a voice from inside said, "Come in." Nan Jiayan pushed the door open and entered. When Doctor Huang saw Nan Jiayan, he initially froze, then adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled, saying, "You're Mr. Nan Xueyou's son, right? Please, have a seat."
Nan Jiayan lightly pressed his lips together, with a cold expression, walked over, and sat in front. Doctor Huang first smiled and said, "I'm really sorry to call you over at this time, but Mr. Nan Xueyou's condition is indeed not optimistic, so we must finalize a treatment plan as soon as possible."
"Tell me the situation!"
