He was a thin older man in his sixties. He looked like he would be carried away by the wind. He was wearing a pair of round glasses, and his eyes were bright. You could tell he experienced a lot from his eyes. A glance from him was enough to intimidate others.
"Why are you here? Dr. Wale."
The doctor who was treating Pearl's hand was young, and he was shocked.
Dr. wale snorted coldly, came in with his hands clasped behind his back, and his gaze fell on Pearl, " You need to ask your junior sister. No improvement on medical skills, but she's getting better at avoiding me!
"Junior sister?" Dr. Stone was surprised, and he turned to Pearl.
"What a coincidence. You're Dr. Wale's student too?" Pearl smiled at him awkwardly and replied.
Fred Wale he was not only the director of surgery
