Zhang Min rubbed his slightly red eyes and stuffed the identification report into the drawer of the bedside cabinet in panic. Then he turned the key on the drawer to lock the drawer, pulled out the key and put it under the pillow. He planned to seal up the secret for the time being. Whether Qiao Feng knew it or not, he had to pretend that he knew nothing. It was not until the time was ripe that he re-examined the secret.
He turned off the light and tucked himself in. There were still things to do tomorrow, and he had to quickly discuss with Dr. Xie Er Mi about the details of his surgery. He must have a good spirit to deal with any emergencies. Thinking of this, Zhang Miao closed his eyes and soon fell into his dream.
Zhang Yang dreamed that a butterfly was flapping its wings in the air,
