C167 Chapter 167

Inside the huge hospital, Wen Zedong was sitting in his office, absent-mindedly looking at the case on the table. Opposite him, a middle-aged man was waiting for his answer. He, though middle-aged, had dark hair, a handsome face, and a long, slender fingers that tapped the keyboard all year round.

He waved his hand in front of Wen Junze's eyes and asked