After returning from the detention center to the Affiliated Hospital and having lunch, Lin Jie plunged into his office again to further optimize Yao Henan's surgical plan.
Not long after he entered the state, Lin Jie vaguely felt someone was watching him.
When he looked up, he saw Zhang Xiaoxiao standing in front of the desk.
"Xiaoxiao, you're here. Why didn't you say something?"
Lin Jie exaggeratedly patted his chest, pretending to be scared, and said, "If this were in the past, you might have forever lost this one-in-a-millennium rare brother of yours."
"A thousand-year-old demon?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao teased, poured Lin Jie a cup of water, and said, "I did knock, but you were too engrossed to hear it."
"A-Jie, are you studying Nannan's surgery?"
Lin Jie nodded and said, "How is Nannan now?"
"She's quite well. After a busy morning, she's tired, washed up, and now she's asleep."
"A-Jie, tell me honestly, what level of recovery can Nannan expect after surgery?"
