Before President Zhao could enter the house, after finishing the phone call with Tang Qiangmin, he could only drive back to the hospital and temporarily act as the director.

The leadership team of the entire city hospital also received a notice from the municipal government, which was less than an hour since President Ma took him away. So the two vice presidents and several other hospital leaders came to the door to greet President Zhao warmly.

President Zhao and a few people dealt with it for a while, then hurried to the senior nursing ward to meet Wang Cheng.

He knew that this young man who ordinary people didn't see was the key figure here. Only after establishing a good relationship with him can we sit down in this position. Whether it is the retired old dean in front or the President Ma who was taken away this time, the unlucky two were all related to Wang Cheng.

Seeing that the aisle was very quiet, Dean Zhao walked to Liu Wuzhong's ward and sneaked against the door and listened to the movement without any sound. After hesitating for a while, he mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"who!"

A crisp and cold voice came from inside.

Dean Zhao knew that this was Yang Qingyu's voice from the Yang family, so he hurriedly said, "It's me, the old Zhao of the hospital."

"Come in."

Yang Qingyu's voice died again.

Only then did President Zhao dare to push open the ward door and walk in. Seeing Yang Qingyu sitting there reading in the room, Wang Cheng was stairing beside the window, Liu Shicheng looked at him with vigilance, and the atmosphere in the room seemed very depressing. A trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he smiled awkwardly at the few people, then said, "Ah...yes, that's it."

"Wang Cheng, I have arranged several professional nursing nurses for Mr. Liu. You are treating Mr. Liu. Let's see what they need? Just say if you need it."

Wang Cheng's feet were still under his feet, the 36th style of Kunyuan's horse stance in the Earth Demon Fist. His breathing was extremely heavy, and it seemed that it could affect the breath of the whole room in one breath. At this time, his breathing slowed down, looked at Dean Zhao, and said lightly: "No, we will pay attention to Mr. Liu. Just be careful of your own affairs in your hospital, don't worry about us."

President Zhao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that I dared not ignore you. After thinking about it, he said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. It's almost time for dinner. I'll send you twenty dishes to you, right? Do you want to order dishes? The chefs in our hospital are very high-level, all of whom are super-level chefs, and they can cook any dishes."

Yang Qingyu said lightly: "Don't count me, I'll go home for dinner."

Wang Cheng nodded and took a step under his feet. It was slow and heavy. It seemed that the floor had shaken slightly. He said, "Okay, just make ten dishes, all of them are meaty. Collect more, don't make small plates, and make more rice."

If you suffer internal injuries, you naturally have to eat more meat to replenish your qi and blood. You are not polite to Dean Zhao and Wang Cheng.

President Zhao nodded quickly, just say, and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give instructions now." After that, he hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen to make arrangements. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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