Shanghai.
Outside the airport, a BMW 530, along with a few small cars like the Passat, winged tiger, and Yinglang, loaded up Ling ran and the others.
Lu Wenbin sat in the second Passat. Zuo Cidian looked at the remaining seats with disdain, then decisively ran forward two steps and opened the door of the BMW, he smiled and said, “Doctor Ling, let me sit with you. There are some electronic documents in a few departments. Please take a look at them.”
The Ling Treatment Group that Ling ran currently controlled could already be considered as a large department in Yun Hua Hospital in terms of the number of surgeries performed. The Department of Hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery that was targeted by Ling ran could only have a fraction of him at most, the amount of people and money involved in all aspects of this was already quite large. Zuo Cidian easily picked out a few emails and invited Ling ran to read them.
