Zhao Qiumei was thirty-eight today, divorced, but childless. She kept herself in good shape with firm skin and an alluring charm, unknowingly the object of desire for countless male colleagues in the hospital.
"Dean Zhao?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was taken aback, as he seemingly had no interaction with her before.
"Is there something you need?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was puzzled by her sudden interception.
Zhao Qiumei spoke with an elegance that matched her temperament, reminiscent of an orchid.
She looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and said with a smile,
"Someone wants to meet you."
"Meet me? Who is it, and why won't they come find me themselves?"
"Hehe, the person's identity is a bit special, and it's inconvenient for them to come directly to you. They're waiting in my office, don't worry, they mean you no harm."
"Ah?"
Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment.
Who could it be, being so secretive?
And to even have the hospital's dean relay messages.
Their status mustn't be low, huh?
