Seventh floor.
Xu En had lost the mood to negotiate with the police, and Ming Dongheng took the officer aside.
Bai Lian's phone rang, this time with a WeChat video call.
Lance.
"Bai," said Lance, now wearing a suit made for him by Ji Heng, as he spoke to Bai Lian, "I had a student who was involved in a case of malignant hyperthermia."
Because he had complimented Bai Lian's mother as "a beautiful case," Lance went to the lab to make amends.
Jiang Fulai lowered his head, and when Lance saw him, he greeted, "Hey, Jiang."
"Bai," Lance looked at the Jiang University hospital emblem behind Bai Lian, his eyes lit up, "you're in Jiangjing?"
"Yes, I'm studying here." Since there was a blood bank, Bai Lian wasn't in a hurry to draw blood anymore.
"The AIS International Medical Summit is being held in Jiangjing…" Lance was talking to Bai Lian.
Just then, the door to the operating room opened again.