Chapter 870 Human Traffic?

• "Hello."
• Lu Xiuran extended his hand and offered a cigarette, assuming that this person simply wanted to establish a connection. "Dr. Zhao, if you have something to say, please go ahead."
• "Thank you, but I don't smoke." Zhao Yunwan declined the cigarette, then smiled and said, "I just wanted to have a conversation with Mr. Lu. Yesterday, we admitted a patient to the hospital who was injured in a stampede..."