Yang Ping nodded: "You and President Huang can arrange this matter."
"Okay, we'll discuss it later." Huang Jiacai patted Song Zimo's shoulder.
Yang Ping ate a few dumplings and suddenly said: "President Huang, where did you buy these dumplings? They taste quite good."
Huang Jiacai froze for a moment, then laughed: "Jiahui made them herself; she asked me to bring them to you."
"Jiahui's cooking is pretty good!" Song Zimo also praised.
Huang Jiacai gave a mysterious smile: "She didn't let you eat for free; she said she wants you to introduce her to a doctor or researcher from your institute."
Song Zimo didn't expect Huang Jiacai's sister was also interested in the men at the institute: "Conditions?"
"Male, unmarried, alive..." Huang Jiacai counted the conditions on his fingers, "Just these three conditions."
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Germany at Munich, Charite Hospital's oncology department, nine o'clock in the morning.
