Trading Deal Concluded

The Seventh People's Hospital did not make its patients' information public, but Li Bai was one of their own. He casually asked at the service desk and got exactly what he wanted.

For a mere foreigner to hide in the inpatient department was practically impossible. Even without asking the service desk, Li Bai could have found him quickly by walking past the wards.

Li Bai did not go to that much trouble. He went straight to the ward.

He happened to hear someone preparing to feed fruit to the Middle Eastern bearded man sitting against the hospital bed. However, it was entirely one-sided: one party was deliberately trying to curry favor, while the other did not appreciate it in the slightest.

At the outer door, Li Bai recognized the speaker's voice. The moment he entered, he said with a beaming smile, "Huh? Isn't this Doctor Chen? When did you become a foreign lackey? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

Li Bai's final question came almost in unison with the person holding the fruit bowl beside the bed.

"I work here!"

"I work here!"

The two of them synchronized again. It really seemed that enemies were destined to meet. Their horoscopes were clearly incompatible; wherever they went, they ran into each other.

Chen Sheng's face was black as the bottom of a pot, his expression horribly ugly.

He had finally managed to escape the shadow of this man surnamed Li. Who could have imagined that fate would bring them together again in this narrow place?

For a moment, his teeth itched with hatred.

"You don't work at the Seventh anymore?"

Li Bai looked the other man up and down curiously. Judging by the white coat and work badge, Chen Sheng clearly had not come over to play