In the meeting room, Xu Zhiliang was already there, adjusting the film on the projector. When he saw Yang Ping come in, he nodded: "Professor, the family... has... already arrived, I had... the nurse... take them to... to... to the ward first, they will come over at two."
"Alright." Yang Ping sat down beside the conference table, opened his laptop, and projected the case data sent by Lu Xiaolu onto the screen.
At exactly two o'clock, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Yang Ping said.
The door opened, and a man in his forties walked in, wearing a faded polo shirt, with grey hair and a haggard face. Behind him was a woman, likely his wife, with swollen eyes, clutching a bag tightly in her hands.
"Professor Yang, Director Xu." The man walked to the conference table, his voice somewhat hoarse, "I'm Lin Xiaoyu's father, and this is her mother."
"Please sit down." Yang Ping gestured to the chairs opposite.
