At 7 o'clock, every channel is broadcasting news, flicking through, it's all about where the President has been recently?
What is he busy with? Who is he comforting? Which country he visited and what President he met with, and so on.
Jing Yiren muttered to herself while watching the TV, "Dad is so busy."
"That's what being the President entails, no personal time, even eating and sleeping have scheduled timing and rules! But compared to ancient emperors, it's much freer. After all, the society is more democratic now."
"..." Jing Yiren listened to Lu Ming's remarks.
Slightly bored, she nibbled on her lip, nodding her head in agreement.
Suddenly, the door of the hospital room was knocked on twice, followed by a bald, bespectacled fat old man walking in.
Jing Yiren paused for a moment, feeling the man looked somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a few seconds, Jing Yiren finally realized that the man was the father of Xue Fanghua, the director of the hospital.