Lackey in front of the door

Lin Ge was in the car, rushing to the Affiliated Hospital of the stupid Medical University.

However, his sitting posture was a little awkward, as if there were dozens of needles under the seat. His butt was almost hanging in the air, and the muscles in his legs were extremely tight. His upper body was straight, and he was looking forward.

"Elder Lin, you have to help me this time no matter what!" The driver almost begged.

The driver looked like he was in his 30S. He took good care of himself, and his hair was well-done and waxed.

There was a trace of heroic spirit between his brows. Although it had been polished by time for more than 40 years, that heroic spirit had not been worn away, and there was a sense of maturity.

He was wearing an expensive watch on his wrist, and his shirt cuffs glowed with the light of an accessory. With the logo of the Porsche, he exuded a rich aura.