"My name is Jiang Zhongqing, and I'm the director of the Department of interventional services in Pengxi Township hospital." The skinny figure in front of the screen said slowly.
Director Jiang's rich Sichuan accent could be heard, and Zheng Ren felt his nose tingle.
In the past six months, he hadn't had much contact with director Jiang. He had invited Zheng Ren to meet up several times, but Zheng Ren had declined on the grounds that he was too busy with the Nobel Prize project.
Zheng Ren couldn't imagine what would happen if he stepped onto that hot land again. He was worried that he would cry very badly.
Yiren seemed to have sensed Zheng Ren's emotional fluctuation. She patted his hand with her fair hand to comfort him.
Director Jiang had lost even more weight, but he still looked very energetic.