What Kind of Illness Does He Have?

The two of them looked at each other and were stunned.

Xue Chenghua was surprised, "Qianqian, didn't you ask for leave? Why are you here?"

"The matter has been resolved, and I'm here to pick someone up."

Sang Qianqian coughed twice. "What about you, Director? Isn't your shift already over? Why did you come to the hospital at such a late time?"

"Don't even mention it."

Xue Chenghua wiped the sweat off his forehead. "President Shen, who came to see me the day before yesterday, had a severe headache. Even painkillers were useless. Just a while ago, Yin Jinhui called me in a hurry."

Sang Qianqian didn't know why, but her heart tightened. "Which President Shen?"

Shen Hanyu's one-million-dollar consultation fee had left a deep impression on Xue Chenghua. "I heard that he's the boss of a mobile phone communication company. His name is Shen Hanyu."