"Understood." Chu Ji walked out sullenly.
This person is indeed difficult to please.
Jun Mochan gently tapped the table with his fingers, and, thinking of something, issued a series of orders to No. 2 below.
When doing things that can't see the light of day, these people who can't see the light of day come in handy.
In the hospital, five hours later, the door to the operating room finally opened.
"The patient's skull suffered a slight concussion, there's blood clots in the brain, everything else is minor injuries, no big deal." The doctor said after removing his mask.
This was a very young doctor, with delicate and handsome features, his eyes were sharp and clear.
Fan Rou sized him up and down, a trace of distrust in her eyes, but still she asked, "When will he wake up?"
"He'll wake up after the anesthesia wears off."
"Then why was he unconscious before?"
