Although Wang Chuan claimed to trust Yan Feifan a hundred percent, he couldn't sit still after being in the family waiting area for less than ten minutes. He paced back and forth incessantly. Several times, he walked up to the quarantine doors of the surgical area, wanting to go in, but stopped himself at the last moment.
Seeing him like this, Zhong Xinyi and Yan Ziruo couldn't help but shake their heads and smile.
"He's tying himself in knots!"
"Exactly!" Yan Ziruo chimed in, then changed the subject. "Mrs. Zhong, since you'll be staying in Binhai for quite a while this time, why don't you take this opportunity to have the old scar on your arm treated as well?
"Since you're going to open an international hospital in Binhai with a focus on plastic surgery, it wouldn't look good to still have a frightening scar on your own arm, would it?"
