"Haha, it's good that you know that. I've read your physical bills. Your health is good. You can recuperate these days. Go to the ward later. I should get off work." Dean Song tidied up the office, put on his coat, took his briefcase, led Zhang Yang out of the office, and locked the door.
"If you need anything, you can turn to Director Wang and Director Zhao. If you want, you can find me, too, but I may not be here at all. The doctors and nurses here are all good, so you can focus on your treatment. Just wait here for a while, someone will take you to the ward in a while." After that, Dean Song left.
After Zhang Minding greeted the Director, he sat on the bench in the corridor and waited for his father to finish the formalities. At the moment, Zhang Minding had a lot of thoughts in his m
