Early the next morning, Qi Xiaoqing meekly followed her husband. Her demeanor was a stark contrast to how she had been with Yu Zhiwei the previous day. With her hands folded in front of her, she looked like a wronged little wife.
Her husband stood in front of her, his spectacles giving him a very refined appearance.
However, her bespectacled husband had a gloomy expression and stood silently at the doorway of Gao Qin's office. He ignored Qi Xiaoqing's attempts to gauge his reaction, not even sparing her a sidelong glance.
On the first floor of the outpatient service, Du Heng walked along, engrossed in the two examination reports he held, while Gao Qin followed closely behind him.
Du Heng's expression was very solemn. The more he read the examination reports, the deeper the furrow between his brows became. "Director Gao," he asked, "there's no mistake with the samples, right?"
