"Yes, young man, I came to apologize to you, but of course, I'm not just here to apologize. At the same time, I'm here to make friends with you! I hope that you would come to my hospital and become a doctor there. If that happens, I believe our hospital would have many fewer deaths every day!"
The middle-aged man spoke very sincerely and handed Zhu Bufan a business card.
Zhu Bufan did not immediately respond to the middle-aged man's invitation; he simply took the business card and gave it a casual look:
Some Military District Hospital Deputy Director Wang Qiang.
"How about it, young man, would you like to come work at our hospital?" Watching Zhu Bufan casually look at his business card, Wang Qiang knew he had not misjudged the person, realizing that Zhu Bufan was definitely someone indifferent to fame and fortune, not one to curry favor. Therefore, Wang Qiang spoke up once again the next moment.
