"It's nothing; I'm waiting for Dean Zhao," Lin Feng thought with an inward bitter smile, yet he would never reveal the thoughts of these senior doctors to Zhao Yanhui.
Actually, when you think about it, if the roles were reversed, Lin Feng wouldn't be pleased either, let alone those conservative elderly Chinese physicians.
Zhao Yanhui, however, hadn't given it much thought and upon hearing that, he chuckled and said, "Oh? Waiting for me? Xiao Lin, you are so thoughtful! Well then, let's go in together!"
"Sure!" Lin Feng nodded in agreement.
With a slight smile and a radiant expression on his face, Zhao Yanhui pushed open the door to the conference room and walked in, with Lin Feng close behind him.
The heated discussion among the specialists in the conference room suddenly halted when they saw Zhao Yanhui enter, and their gaze shifted to fixate on Lin Feng who followed close on Zhao's heels.