Xia Micheng was startled for a while after being questioned like this.
It was at that moment when Dean Li Wenqing spoke through the phone, “Cheng? Cheng, are you listening?”
“I’m listening, Dean Li. It’s just that… do we have to go to a hotel to discuss the surgical plans?” Xia Micheng asked.
“Yes, we usually conduct discussions on surgical plans for major surgeries in a hotel business suite. Cheng, get over here quickly. We’re waiting for you at the Saint Paul Hotel.” Dean Li sent her the address before he hung up the call.
Xia Micheng kept her phone as she looked toward Lu Yuzhen, who was standing by the door. “Would you prefer me not to go?”
Lu Yuzhen’s eyes darkened, making people unable to see through his thoughts. He shook his head when he saw her bright eyes glancing at him. “No, I know that this surgery is very important to you. Moreover, you’re a doctor; people need you. Go ahead.”