Hua Dongxu's achievements in medicine are not insignificant; in fact, he is a genius.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a teacher at Xiaocheng Medical College at such a young age.
When he called, only four words flashed in Zhao Xuefeng's mind: "Trouble is coming!"
"Haha, your students are coming to our school for an exchange; we've already prepared for your welcome. I was wondering, when are you coming?" Zhao Xuefeng asked with a smile.
Although he knew the other side was coming, the specific time had not been determined since both parties had preparations to make.
"How about tomorrow? Your school is just starting its term."
"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow."
"There's one more thing I hope Mr. Zhao will agree to."
"What is it? Just say it directly."
