For some reason, after the dean’s words, the words from the sea appeared in my mind.
(I only say it once. If that prince makes you feel strange. Or if the dean has said a lot to the prince for a long time, I hope you can come to me. You Lan Bo has a saying that if you can’t get it, don’t want it, and I will tell you a secret.)
. . . . . .
“What? What’s wrong with you, Jock?” said the dean.
“No, I’m thinking about yesterday’s surgery.” I made an excuse and said.
The dean patted my shoulder and said, “Don’t think about anything else, people are coming.”
The door slowly opened at this moment, and several men in straight suits walked in first.
After that, a path was left in the room.
A man walked in not far away and said something to the people around him with a smile.
The person who listened on the side said, “It’s you, my doctor.”
The dean said with a smile, “Yes, Jock, go up and take a look.”
I pointed my head and just wanted to go up, the dean grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t do it, don’t make strange racial conflicts.”
The translator said something in the prince’s ear, and the prince seemed to be talking.
I clicked my head and walked forward a few steps. The security guard seemed to be surrounded by the suit. ..
The prince shook his hand and said a few words, and the security guards scattered.
The prince in front of him looks a bit handsome.
But I don’t know why I have almost no impression of him.
Some of them are just certificates of awards when I became an associate chief doctor, and there are also reports on the certificates about my surgery.
Because I can’t get started, I don’t know where I’ve used it.
But since the prince was ugly and short before, there were probably many places to use the sword.
The dean meant to take a look, and then give a positive answer and the money came.