Li Zheng was helping Shi Yang out of the laboratory when most people had already moved to the adjacent classroom to rest and discuss. Only a few were still anxiously waiting.
Especially Father Shi, who quite felt like he was back in the days waiting outside the delivery room.
Seeing Shi Yang emerge with a big smile, he was the first to go up and help: "How did it go, is it done?"
"It's done, it's done." Shi Yang widened his eyes, raised his hand, and said, "Zhou Chenghuan... Zhou Chenghuan just shook hands with me."
"Keep your voice down!" Father Shi raised his hand and slapped his son on the head. "You don't call the dean that to his face."
"Hehe, I think he was quite happy..." Shi Yang chuckled foolishly.
At this moment, Father Shi's tense expression finally relaxed a bit, but he still felt that his son might not be reliable and turned to ask Li Zheng, "How did it really go?"
"Uncle, rest assured, it's definitely fine, go back and get an IV."