"No, I don't think so. I feel that a potential threat is slowly brewing." Qiao Feng had a keen sense of smell. "Then..." Uncle Zhong passed the right of speech to Qiao Feng.
"We can't wait any longer. We'll start the next operation tomorrow. I don't want the perfect surgery. I just want to see the effect." Qiao Feng was a little anxious. He felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't wait.
"Mr. Feng, is it too risky? Why are you in such a hurry?" Uncle Zhong was a little confused. Qiao Feng had been accelerating Zhang Yang's surgery these days.
"Opportunities and challenges coexist. The earlier we get new power, the earlier we can be proud." Qiao Feng clenched his fists slightly. He had begun to feel powerless. This was the first time he had this feeling. He thought he was avenging,
