Xu Xiangbei checked the ti; there were still a few hours left until President Huang’s luncheon in the afternoon. He called Liu Ningyan: "I have a phone number here. Can you help track its location? It’s in Earth Sea City."
Liu Ningyan had just gotten up and was having breakfast. She quickly tracked down Lu Lin’s phone number: "The owner of this number is at Di Hai First People’s Hospital, in the surgical building."
It coincided with the location David ntioned. Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Thanks, beauty. When are you coming back to Jiangcheng?"
Liu Ningyan’s voice sounded excited: "Our ga is about to enter public testing online. Chen Xin and I plan to stay here for half a month to set up the ga’s backend database. If there are no issues during the public test, I can return to Jiangcheng."
"Keep up the good work. I might have to stay in Earth Sea for a while, too. Let’s have a al together when we have ti."
Di Hai First People’s Hospital, surgical inpatient building.
Xu Xiangbei was arguing with a young nurse, persistently and logically, asking her to carefully check the inpatient list to find Lu Yan’s ward.
To his frustration, the pretty nurse had checked the list three tis, including in obstetrics and gynecology, but still couldn’t find Lu Yan.
However, according to Liu Ningyan’s phone tracking, Lu Lin was indeed in the surgical building. Lu Yan’s bone fracture was a traumatic injury; he should definitely be in the surgical building for surgery. How could he not be there? Could he be using a fake na? Or is he in a secret ward?
When he was at Jiangcheng Renmin Hospital, Xu Xiangbei heard Zhang Xuesong ntion that so people with complex relationships and special status would stay in specialized secret wards in hospitals, and their admission information wouldn’t be accessible to the public.
Lu Yan is just a martial artist; does he really qualify to stay in a secret ward?
While Xu Xiangbei was still puzzled, a group of doctors in white coats walked past him.
A familiar figure caught his eye: Zhang Xuesong, with a refined smile on his face, accompanied by an old doctor with white hair and glasses. They were engrossed in a discussion.
Behind them followed a group of young doctors holding dical records, listening attentively to Zhang Xuesong and the old doctor’s conversation.
Zhang Xuesong habitually adjusted his glasses, glanced up at the road, and happened to see Xu Xiangbei standing by the nurse’s guidance desk.
He looked at Xu Xiangbei with surprise, and Xu Xiangbei looked back at him just as surprised. Both of them couldn’t help but smile.
Zhang Xuesong was overjoyed and quickly grabbed Xu Xiangbei’s arm, as if afraid he’d vanish without a trace if he didn’t hold on to him.
"Advisor Xu, what are you doing here? Such a coincidence, it’s wonderful!"
All the doctors, young nurses, and patients in the corridor looked over. Xu Xiangbei felt uncomfortable being grabbed by another man like this.
He shook off Zhang Xuesong’s hand with a bitter smile and said, "What’s so great? I’m here on business, trying to find a patient who’s supposed to be here, but the nurse can’t find him on the list. He has a fractured wrist, so he should be in surgery."
Zhang Xuesong exchanged a glance with the old doctor and softly introduced him, "Dean Sun, this is the Chinese dicine advisor from our Jiangcheng Renmin Hospital that my uncle ntioned to you, Dr. Xu. What a coincidence that he’s here to find a surgical patient. Could he be in a special ward?"
Hearing that this young man was Advisor Xu of Chinese dicine, Dean Sun looked at Xu Xiangbei in shock, exclaiming in amazent.
He was good friends with Zhang Fuen and had heard about Xu Xiangbei from the uncle-nephew duo many tis, hearing that Advisor Xu was very young. He had expected soone like Zhang Xuesong, a middle-aged doctor with profound dical skills and gentle charm, but to his surprise, it was a young man even younger than his interns.
"Is that so? Dr. Zhang, Dr. Xu, please wait a mont. I’ll call and ask Director Zhou from the surgical departnt. He’s in charge of surgeries."
Dean Sun was quite helpful. He made a call to Director Zhou from the surgical departnt and quickly found Lu Yan.
"Lu Yan is in special ward 2801, arranged by President Qiao of the Celestial Light Cloud Sea Football Club. The Celestial Light Group is our partner, and all football club personnel regularly co for check-ups. Lu Yan is seriously injured; he just had surgery yesterday, which was very successful, and he’s recovering now. Dr. Xu, what is your relation to him? Are you his friend or relative?"
Xu Xiangbei chuckled to himself, thinking, I’m neither a friend nor a relative, but his enemy. I’m the one who broke his hand.
He chuckled out loud, "Just an ordinary friend, no deep connection, just ca to have a look."
Dean Sun looked kindly, "Would you like to take you to see him?"
"No, thank you, Dean Sun. It’s just room 2801 in the surgical building. No need to trouble you. You all have things to attend to; I can go myself."
After thanking Dean Sun, Xu Xiangbei bade farewell to Zhang Xuesong but was caught again by Zhang Xuesong pulling him by the arm. Zhang Xuesong blushed slightly, "Advisor Xu, since you’re here, could you spare so ti?"
Seeing the urgency on Zhang Xuesong’s face, Xu Xiangbei helplessly asked, "What is it?"
"I was invited by Dean Sun to treat a foreign patient’s leg. I had no good thod, but now that Advisor Xu is here, I’d like your help to take a look."
Seeing Zhang Xuesong gripping tightly onto his arm, knowing that if he didn’t comply, this guy would doggedly pester him, Xu Xiangbei reluctantly agreed, "Let know which ward. You go first; I’ll be there shortly."
Zhang Xuesong looked delighted and said to the puzzled Dean Sun, "With Dr. Xu here, it’s great. He agreed to treat Mr. Calia."
Dean Sun didn’t understand; Xu Xiangbei looked so young. Was his dical skill really as outstanding as Zhang Fuen and his nephew claid?
With deep composure, despite his inner doubts, he wore a full smile, "Thank you, Dr. Xu. We’ll be waiting for you on the 20th floor; once you’ve seen your friend, please join us there."
"You all wait for on the 20th floor. I’ll co after visiting my friend."
Finally freeing himself from Zhang Xuesong’s grip, Xu Xiangbei reached the 28th floor’s room 2801 in the surgical building.
The 28th floor, befitting a special ward, was much cleaner than other floors, with soft Arabian carpets along the corridors and tall flower pots containing lush asparagus ferns every few ters.
At the corridor’s entrance was a thick glass door tightly closed, equipped with an access control system, which couldn’t be entered without a card.
Xu Xiangbei was at a loss, ready to call Zhang Xuesong, when a masked doctor ca out from inside, pressed the open button, and the glass door slowly opened, allowing Xu Xiangbei to slip inside.
Room 2801 was at the end of the corridor, with two strong, burly n guarding the door.
Xu Xiangbei, having practiced the "Ancient Primal Sutra," had exceptional vision and recognized them from afar as the guys whose arms he had dislocated in the Northeastern cuisine restaurant.
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