The Overseas Chinese Building was indeed imposing, Director Tian's office was spacious, and even the real leather boss chair exuded an air of grandeur.
Upon seeing Yang Ping enter, Director Tian got up and invited him to sit down, then casually locked the office door behind him. "Brother, I asked you to come at this time because I wanted to chat. There's something that's been weighing heavily on my mind. Do you remember when we were rescuing Wang Ge at Shipo? Wang Ge has type A RH negative blood. At a critical moment, there happened to be a person with the same blood type nearby who urgently donated blood to help him through the crisis. Do you remember that?"
"I could never forget. How could I? If not for that blood donor, no matter how good or fast our surgery was, Wang Ge wouldn't have been able to make it. He'd have died of hemorrhagic shock on the operating table." Yang Ping sat down, unsure of Director Tian's intention for bringing up this matter all of a sudden.