Looking at the empty dean's office, Xu Xiangbei asked, "Where is Dean Zhang?"
Zhang Xuesong quickly lit a cigarette for Xu Xiangbei, "He's in the meeting room having a meeting. What do you need from him?"
Puffing out a smoke ring, Xu Xiangbei sat down on the dean's desk and admired the elegant calligraphy and paintings on the office wall, particularly one depicting a majestic dragon and phoenix.
"It's a small matter. I'm looking for him to sign a note to borrow a wheelchair. How long is the dean's meeting going to take?"
Zhang Xue hesitated, "Hard to say, it's already been an hour, and it seems they're nowhere near a conclusion."
Xu Xiangbei asked curiously, "What kind of meeting? Is it important?"
"Not very important. This year marks the centennial of Jiangcheng University. The city sent a notice to initiate a hundred-day university aid program. We're discussing sending doctors as school physicians."
"That's a good initiative, public welfare, a good deed."
