“Felix... I remember when you first came to Cleveland, I was the one who helped you with your glasses, right?”Osbourne was like an ordinary old man, smiling as he recalled the past.
Felix was stunned. Such a kind director, why did he feel like a wolf’s grandfather?
No, maybe it was just a wolf’s grandmother. He had to be politically correct -- Felix’s thoughts came one after another, and more than thirty tactics instantly appeared.
“You’ve helped me with the mirror before.”Felix’s mind was in a mess, and he quickly answered Osbourne’s question.
To be honest, although he was an attending physician at the Cleveland Heart Center and was considered an impressive figure when he went out, he had never been the favored one in the Cleveland Clinic.
If the Cleveland Heart Center was a harem, then Felix would only be lucky enough to be visited together with others when Osbourne was drunk..