"Cough, cough, junior, you've picked up some bad habits."
Liu Ziang paused for a second, looked at Zhao Heng, smiled, and said.
Zhao Heng always gave him a feeling of light and joyful conversation.
Probably because they were both geniuses!
"Speak up, what's up? Surely you didn't just come to mooch off my coffee?"
Liu Ziang said to Zhao Heng again.
"If the coffee is this good, I'll definitely come mooch every day."
Zhao Heng replied with a laugh.
"You're so busy you don't have a moment's rest, and yet you find the time to drink coffee here every day?"
Liu Ziang ruthlessly punctured Zhao Heng's fantasy.
In fact, for doctors in this industry, once you become a deputy director or chief physician, you're not that busy anymore.
Take Liu Ziang, for example. Every morning, he would check the wards and then guide the resident and attending physicians on medication, and then handle surgeries that other doctors couldn't manage.
