It was nearly six in the evening in the director's office of the Neurosurgery Department.
The atmosphere was so heavy you could hear a pin drop.
Attending physician Li Ji and resident physician Wen Zhiyang stood before Lo Jun, Wang Chuan, and Yan Feifan. With their heads bowed, they didn't dare meet Lo Jun's gaze, scarcely even daring to breathe.
"Li Ji, are you so busy you can't even find the time to send a single email? You had to get someone else to do it for you?"
Hearing Lo Jun's question, Li Ji was too ashamed to answer and simply lowered his head even further.
"And you, Wen Zhiyang…"
But halfway through his sentence, Lo Jun suddenly lost his enthusiasm. He had no will to lecture them anymore. He waved his hand dismissively. "I don't even have the heart to tell you off."
"Now get out!"
Li Ji and Wen Zhiyang hurriedly bowed to Lo Jun, backed out of the office, and gently closed the door behind them.
