79 Three Thousand Times

"I'm taking a break. Call me after thirty minutes."

Ling Ran put the 'Chinese Critical Care Medicine' under his arm and went to the waiting room.

He was looking for a relatively quiet place to unlock the treasure chest.

Both Ma Yanlin and Lu Wenbin had thought that Ling Ran was going back to read his own article, and they could only envy him in secret.

In today's hospitals, no matter how ugly, handsome, ordinary, or how forgettable a doctor was, only doctors who published academic research papers were the cream of the crop.

Ma Yanlin was still serving his housemanship. He quickly composed himself. When Ling Ran left, he exchanged looks with Lu Wenbin and laughed.