87 The Return of Department Associate Director Pan

At five minutes to two in the evening, Huo Congjun entered Hall 3 from the back.

He lowered his head a little, allowing the wind from the air conditioner to brush through his unruly hair. In his hand were some notes that he was planning to use for the talk. He had managed to set aside some time to put those notes together. He gazed at his hands. His fingers had saved countless lives. They used to be stubby and firm, but were now thin and wrinkly, as though all energy had been drained from them.

Huo Congjun chuckled self-deprecatingly and silently encouraged himself. 'My health is going downhill, but my experience and knowledge are at its peak. I can spread my ideas, and I manage my Emergency Department…'