On the other side, Wang Qiang’s uncle was still fuming, gasping for air while sitting on a folding chair.
Beside him, Director Wang—who had been berated for ages—fanned himself with a look of utter despair, resembling a palace eunuch who had pulled two consecutive night shifts. God help him, he had been practically dragged out of the hospital for this!
Just then, Director Wang spotted a figure and his eyes lit up with startling intensity. He pointed a limp, orchid-fingered hand toward the distance and shouted in a voice strained with excitement:
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