Ye Wangchuan walked over and politely said, "Doctor, let's talk over there."
Feng Yu's chief surgeon saw that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes and looked at the people in the corridor. He hesitated for a moment before following him.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Wangchuan and the chief surgeon returned.
The chief surgeon's attitude had turned around. He walked up to Qiao Nian and said, "I'll prepare the operating room. The surgery will begin in 20 minutes. Is that okay?"
"Sure."
Qiao Nian took off the black rubber band on her wrist and tied up her hair. Then, she handed her shoulder bag to the handsome man and looked up. "Thank you."
Ye Wangchuan skillfully took her bag, curled his lips, and said, "Don't worry. I've already suppressed the news of Elder Feng being hospitalized. No one in the First Research Institute knows about this, and those who know won't tell anyone."
