Niu Deyuan sucked in a sharp breath. "Lao Deng, you're not joking, are you?"
He was startled by the assessment. But if Deng Xianhua was right, then it was indeed possible. He was stunned for a moment.
It wasn't just him; even Cai Xing and Cai Wenji in the car didn't know how to respond to that remark.
An eerie silence fell over the entire van until Deng Xianhua suddenly spoke up. "I have an idea. I'm thinking of visiting our old colleagues at Kyoto Hospital. It's been too long. Old Niu, care to join me?"
Wang Jian came from Kyoto Hospital, didn't he? Deng Xianhua's intention was obvious. This wasn't a friendly visit; he was clearly trying to stir up trouble.
This was exactly what Niu Deyuan wanted to hear. He didn't hesitate, laughing as he said, "Count me in. Those colleagues let a promising talent like Wang Jian slip through their fingers. It's high time we saw whether they've actually gotten any better over the years."
