"You brat, tell me what on earth is going on. How could you get the second-in-command so worked up?"
This matter is confidential. Guo Siming reported directly to the second-in-command and didn't tell anyone else. Now that the old man is asking in person, he glanced around mysteriously before Dean Guo was about to praise his son and then answered seriously, "Confidential, not authorized to disclose."
"You little rascal, are you looking for a beating?" Dean Guo had long found the brat annoying. Instead of staying at the well-off Main Hospital, he insisted on opposing him with the rescue team, spending every day in the small medical office.
Now he's even intentionally going against him.
"If you don't tell me, do you think I won't find out later? Is it possible that our doctors and instruments are inferior to yours?"
"Not necessarily," Guo Siming said defiantly. "Let's wait for the results!"
