Anshun Medical's seventieth-anniversary gala, which also marked the inauguration of its new chairman, was a major event in the industry.
The main banquet hall alone held several hundred guests. Alongside partners and industry leaders from the medical sector at home and abroad, everywhere one looked were distinguished guests who controlled resources and held sway over technology.
Yuan Chen was among those invited. He wore an impeccably tailored black suit, every strand of his hair meticulously styled. Beneath the glittering crystal chandeliers, his commanding presence and handsome features made him stand out even in the crowd.
He had no intention of becoming the center of attention, but people naturally gravitated toward him nonetheless. Occasions like this were, after all, trading grounds for top-tier resources.
A steady stream of people approached him to strike up conversations, a testament in itself to his growing influence in the medical field.
Shen Yi stood neither too close nor too far away.
He followed like a shadow, his gaze tracking every subtle movement and social cue from Yuan Chen.
Such were a secretary's duties: appear precisely when needed, and remain perfectly invisible when not.
Especially at an industry gathering of this caliber, he could never intrude unless summoned.
Through round after round of greetings and conversations, Yuan Chen maintained his distinctive composure and perceptiveness.
His elegant conversation, incisive assessments of industry trends, and innate charisma as a leader were on full display.
Almost everyone's gaze lingered on him for a moment.
Shen Yi quietly watched his boss. Today, he had to expend more effort than usual to suppress the inexplicable restlessness growing within him as time passed.
"Chen!"
A clear, pleasant voice rang out during a brief lull in the conversation.
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Yuan Chen's otherwise impassive face.
"Ciling?"
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