Won by drawing lots

The college entrance examination was over, but Zheng Ren had no thoughts about it.

Such a memorable day, although he would occasionally think of it in his memory, but the college entrance examination now was on a different day from that time. It really brought back memories of his youth.

For Zheng Ren, the biggest meaning of such a day was to encourage Gao Shaojie to come, so he would have more manpower.

One day, while Zheng Ren was performing the surgery, he kept hitting Lin Yuan with the hemostatic forceps to correct some of the mistakes in the details of the surgery. Su Yun pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, director ye is on the phone."

"Oh, the surgery will be done soon. Please ask director ye to wait for a while." As Zheng Ren spoke, a cold light flashed in his hand. With a "pa" sound, the hemostatic forceps hit Lin Yuan's wrist.