Hua Yingying stood by the river, a desolate expression on her face. The cold winds blew by mercilessly.
The monotonous dial tone on her phone mocked her.
She had gotten the news from a client regarding the prostate interventional embolization surgery in Imperial Capital. They had completed the surgery in the morning and the execution was rumored to be perfect.
Another insider told her Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's interventional surgery materials were being adopted throughout hospitals in Imperial Capital.
There was a blank look on Hua Yingying's face. The wind had messed up her hair but she paid it no heed.
Her current situation was akin to that of a rebel from the 1949 Chinese Revolution who had failed to escape to Taiwan…
She had been defeated by that useless Feng Xuhui?
The thought of Feng Xuhui's innocent and clueless expression made her blood boil.
How frustrating!