Trent strode away. It was an incredible scene to see him walk away!
At that time, at the entrance of the operating room of MedStar Washington Hospital Center, Morris sat in his seat with a tired expression. From the corner of his eyebrows, it seemed he had gone through decades of vicissitudes.
The personal disciple of the Grand Master of Medicine said, "No need!"
No need to pick him up?
Or is there no need to wait?
Will he come?
For the first time, Morris felt that there were still people and things that he could not control in this world.
Moreover, Morris could not do anything to the disciple of the Grand Master of Medicine. Morris did not even have any definite information about his surname, first name, or origin.
But even if Morris knew, what could he do?
Kill him?
Send someone to put a knife against his neck?
Nah!