On Monday morning, just as he came out of the laboratory, his phone rang. It was Dean Xia.
"Professor Yang, where are you?"
"Just left the laboratory."
"I'm at your office door," Dean Xia said with a hint of laughter in his voice, "I've been waiting for you for ages."
Yang Ping froze for a moment. Dean Xia personally came to find him? What couldn't be handled over a phone call?
He quickened his steps towards the office. Turning the corridor, he saw Dean Xia standing at his office door from afar, hands behind his back, looking up at something.
Beside him stood two people, one was Dean Xia's secretary, Xiao Zhou, carrying a document bag. The other was a thin man in his fifties, wearing glasses and a dark gray jacket, looking quite ordinary. But Yang Ping recognized him immediately.
It was Director Zhou from the Ministry of Health.
Yang Ping paused for a moment. The director from the Ministry of Health personally came to Nandu. What was the matter?
