Oh my god! Why is the boss such a clingy person?

Before Zhou Cheng started to refute, Su Qingyan's phone rang. Zhou Cheng told him not to move, got up to pick up the phone, and saw the words "Mr. Su" on the screen. He felt that the father and son were really connected.

"Boss Su is so well-informed?"

"Your mother just called. How are you now? Are you still in pain?"

"It doesn't hurt at all. Zhou Cheng's skills are first-rate, much better than the doctor in our family... How about letting Zhou Cheng be our family doctor?"

"What a joke, a waste of talent."

"Mr. Su, when will you come back? Mincheng is leaderless now."

"You don't need to worry about Mincheng recently. Just take good care of yourself."

Su Chonglin avoided the topic again, gave Su Qingyan a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

"Look at him, always like this..." Su Qingyan began to look at the ceiling again.

"Don't think too much. Mr. Su must have his reasons for doing this."

After Zhou Cheng accompanied Su Qingyan for an hour of observation, he felt that there was no problem and took the specimen to the laboratory.

When Zhou Cheng arrived at the laboratory, Gu Yi had just returned from outside, looking cold.

"Didn't I give you a holiday? Why are you here again?" Gu Yi asked Zhou Cheng curiously, and then saw that Zhou Cheng didn't answer sullenly, so he continued, "It's just right that you're here. I was just about to call you."

"What's the matter, senior brother?" Zhou Cheng followed Gu Yi upstairs.

"I just sent Professor Zhao away. Boss Li shared a similar case with him this morning, which gave him a lot of treatment experience and inspiration. He now wants to compare the pathological results of the two."

When Zhou Cheng heard Director Li, his expression became serious and he stopped outside the locker room.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Boss Li said it involved patient privacy, and he only told me that you were his attending physician, and asked me to ask if you could do a follow-up."

Gu Yi saw that Zhou Cheng's expression was becoming more and more serious, and he felt a little confused.

"Not available?"

"Convenient." Zhou Cheng pushed open the door of the locker room and replied.

"Professor Zhao said that if we could get the drug samples, it wouldn't be as troublesome as it is now, but those young masters didn't leave a single pill. We know that this is a new thing that has just been circulated on the market recently. It is said to be very valuable."

Gu Yi knew that Zhou Cheng had a steady personality, but he couldn't let him take over this mess without knowing any of his background, so he deliberately said a few more words.

Zhou Cheng didn't expect that Director Li would really help. With the control data, he believed that he would be able to find out the reason why Su Qingyan's illness recurred quickly.

Zhao Tingan was enthusiastically escorted out of the laboratory by Gu Yi. The driver put his hand on the car door and escorted him into the car. He lowered the window and nodded to indicate that Gu Yi could go back, then told the driver the name of a tea house.

After the car stopped in front of the teahouse, Zhao Tingan gave the driver a few instructions and walked in alone.

The tea house was very large, with many landscapes and landscapes, and the sound of the ethereal guqin could be faintly heard. The tea artist in cheongsam led Zhao Ting'an to a tea room, then closed the door and left.

"Professor Zhao." Wan Lin sat up straight and nodded to him, then continued to pour tea into the cup.

"Mr. Wan is truly leisurely and elegant." Zhao Ting'an sat down opposite Wan Lin.

"What am I talking about? Just playing around." Wan Lin poured the water in the cup onto the tea pet again, looked at the golden toad that had changed color, and continued to ask, "Are those kids feeling better now?"

"Indicators are all improving, so there shouldn't be any major problems, but they won't return to normal levels in the short term." Zhao Ting'an took the tea handed over by Wan Lin, took a sip and said.

"Can you pass on the treatment plan to Su Qingyan? This kid has been hospitalized so many times and is still not fully recovered."

Wan Lin felt very uncomfortable when he mentioned Su Qingyan. It was not that he regretted provoking him, but he simply felt that Su Qingyan's physique was too weak. He had been ill for so long and it was still not healed. As a result, Jiang Yuexing could not face Su Chonglin with full confidence these days.

"Soon after you contacted me this morning, Li Yu came to me and shared Su Qingyan's treatment plan. He thought these cases might be related." Zhao Ting'an told Wan Lin truthfully.

"How does he know?" Wan Lin asked vigilantly.

His original intention was to let Zhao Ting'an pretend to go to Li Yu to learn from him, and then reveal the treatment plan to him. Unexpectedly, Li Yu actually came to him on his own initiative. Could it be that he also realized that Su Qingyan was related to this drug overdose incident?

"Li Yu can't help but pay attention. Su Qingyan just gave him a Da Vinci, and Zhou Cheng is his student..."

Everyone knows that Su Qingyan is in a passionate relationship, and Zhao Ting'an has also heard about it. Zhou Cheng has also become famous in the circle recently, not because of his messy personal feelings, but because he is talented in both academic and clinical skills, but he has no platform to show his talents before, so he has been covered in dust. Zhao Ting'an has slandered Li Yu many times in his heart. This old guy is really patient and has hidden his treasure for so long.

From what Li Yu said when he came to see him, he more or less understood that these should be Zhou Cheng's discoveries, and he told Wan Lin everything.

"Hmph, Zhou Cheng is quite smart." Wan Lin said with disdain.

More than smart, what do you, a rough man, know...

Zhao Tingan complained in his heart, but still had a gentle smile on his face.

"Mr. Wan, can you get a sample?" After thinking it over, Zhao Ting'an felt that getting a drug sample would help shorten the patient's illness course.

"Professor Zhao, you should ask the police for it," Wan Lin placed the cup on the tea table, "see if the police dare to give it to you."

Zhao Ting'an immediately fell silent. He knew that the identities of the people involved were so sensitive that the police did not dare to intervene.