"Oh."
Deng Feifei reluctantly switched feet.
"By the way, is there any progress with Sangsang's second-stage surgery?"
As a mutual friend, Deng Feifei was very concerned about Lou Musaang.
Wu Ting shook his head gently as he continued the massage.
"Not yet. I'm still studying at the Haijin Harbor Heart Surgery Department, preparing for this year's National Cardiothoracic Surgery Skills Competition. I'm hoping to find a solution at that event, since it's a gathering of the nation's top cardiac surgery experts."
Deng Feifei looked at Wu Ting's handsome and determined face, her eyes filled with admiration and support.
"I believe our Director Wu is the best."
Wu Ting pressed a few more times. "Hmm? The best at what?"
Seeing Wu Ting's somewhat aggressive gaze, Deng Feifei grew shy. She hastily pulled her leg back and said with a blush:
"Our Director Wu is the best at everything."
She snuck a glance at Wu Ting from the corner of her eye.
