"Want to talk about the law? It's still up in the air who will be looking for an explanation from whom."
Chen Ying took a look around the first floor.
The newly remodeled surgery area and postoperative care zone had been completed, a significant upgrade—it was like swapping a birdgun for a cannon.
Plus, with the set of equipment he earned from his recent outing, he would probably need to find a room in the new building to install it.
Just in time too, since Miss Dao had moved out, and her room was now vacant—it could be turned into the new post-op care area.
After discussing future development plans with Old Gao, Little Sen came back around at almost half-past eleven.
"Brother Ying, I brought back some vegetables from the Protection Station. How about hot pot for lunch?"
Hot pot was convenient and produced less oily fumes.
They all pitched in, and it wouldn't be long before they could start eating.
