Medical team, assemble.

After Dean Lin's introduction, Lin Yuan looked at the eyes of the two top experts in the country's circulational medicine and finally understood the reason why his father wanted him to win the Nobel Prize.

If it were in the past, the two directors would definitely greet each other with a smile from the perspective of uncles and Exchange their contact information. Then, like teasing children, they would say that they would meet again when they had the time to go to a certain hospital.

Regardless of whether they would take care of him in the future, they would definitely not look at him as if he was a doctor with a promising future.

However, the moment they mentioned that he was in boss Zheng's treatment group, the two of them looked at him with a complicated feeling that seeped into their bones.

"Boss Zheng's medical team ..."

"Dean Lin, you're so early."

The two of them said softly.