Zhang Chenggong cleared his throat lightly. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, he was nervous.
Seeing Zhang Chenggong unable to utter a word for a long while, Ouyang Die, also anxious, said, "Uncle Zhang, there's nothing to it, you can just speak up."
Zhang Chenggong didn't want to appear so timid either. After all, he was more than a decade older than Chu Ge, but for some reason, he always felt that today, seeing Chu Ge, his aura seemed different.
His presence was so strong that it made him feel like each word he spoke needed to be carefully considered.
Chu Ge looked at Zhang Chenggong with an indifferent expression, "Doctor Zhang, there's nothing to be taboo about, just speak your mind boldly."
Chu Ge guessed inwardly what Zhang Chenggong could possibly want from him.
But no matter how much he thought, it always revolved around medical topics.
Could it be that he wanted his help to treat patients? If that were the case, Zhang Chenggong wouldn't find it so hard to speak.
