Chong Minggang tightly grasped the identification report in his hand, almost crumpling the thin piece of paper with his excessive strength.
His voice seemed to leap from his mouth word by word: "You say that this report, you haven't altered it yet?"
The doctor looked at his appearance and immediately understood what was going on.
A faint sense of sympathy arose in his heart for this old friend's plight, but what needed to be said still had to be said: "Yes, this is the correct result."
At this moment, Chong Minggang's mind was filled only with burning rage, and he raised his head to look at his old friend: "Sorry, Old Yang, I probably can't join you for tonight's big dinner. Another day, I will definitely visit to apologize!"
The doctor Old Yang also knew that his old friend's heart must be heavy at this moment.
He nodded, saying: "Between us, just go and attend to your own matters first."
