Xiangzhou People's Hospital, Trauma Surgery Department.
Director's Office.
The large window greedily absorbed the light from outside, making the office bright and sunny.
The light poured in like a pillar, with specks of dust gently floating in the air.
Dou Kongyue, the associate chief physician, had the light on his right cheek. As he poured tea, his eyes slightly squinted: "Director Wu, that trauma center, Lu Cheng indeed managed to support it."
"I really couldn't have imagined it before."
"There were some people who were planning to see him fail, but now, they've all shut their mouths."
Wu Xiang, with his legs crossed, was scrolling through his phone. The content wasn't related to Lu Cheng, as he didn't have the heart to focus on Lu Cheng.
Without looking up, Wu Xiang continued scrolling through the documents: "Who wanted to see him fail?"
