Feng Jianxiang's heart skipped a beat, "Chief?! That's impossible! How can I perform surgery alongside the Chief Officer?! No, no!" He waved his hands repeatedly, his head shaking like a rattle. According to the ancient hierarchy, the Chief Officer was akin to royalty, while he was at best a magistrate. How could he possibly perform surgery with royalty? No, absolutely not!
Unexpectedly, An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, "In the face of life and death, where do these hierarchy concepts come from? If I say you can, then you can. Director Feng, prepare well, it looks like the old man's surgery will require a few days of stay at my place."
Even after sending An Yiqing out the door, Feng Jianxiang was still in a daze. Was his father's illness going to be cured? Was he going to have a child? Was his father actually going to have surgery with the Chief Officer?!
Was this a dream?
