Dean Lin had a trump card, or rather, a trump card.
He had consulted more than a dozen old doctors about the medical condition that Lin Yuan had sent over today, but everyone was at their wits 'end. In the end, an old academician said that it might be caused by anesthetics.
This was pure clinical experience, and Dean Lin did not believe that boss Zheng would know.
No matter how talented he was, it was an undeniable fact that he had only been a clinical doctor for a short period of time, and he had seen and heard very few things.
Rich clinical experience. Yes, I'll use this to defeat him!
"Girl, have you solved 912 in the medical record that you sent today?" Dean Lin asked with a smile.
Everything was under control.
"Ah?" Lin Yuan was slightly stunned. Speaking of this, he thought of the trap that Su Yun had dug for him.
It was fine to test himself, but it was wrong to dig a hole.
Lin Yuan was a little depressed, and then he pouted unhappily.