"Rest assured, no one knows. This was arranged by you personally. I told Ghost Hand and the others that Chen Fan is my man." Song Wenting's voice echoed in the reception hall.
"Chen Fan and the others are fine and have already left. As per your instructions, the underground forces of Jiang City have all been handed over to Da Xiong."
After Song Wenting finished her report, she hung up the phone.
She glanced at her phone, then at the doorway where Chen Fan had just left. She murmured, "Chen Fan, who exactly are you? Why does even my godfather care about you so much?"
With that, Song Wenting, in her high heels, left the reception hall.
Chen Fan, Da Xiong, and the others had already driven away.
In Chen Fan's BMW
Everyone except those on duty at the hospital had rushed to the sky restaurant Chen Fan had booked.
"Director Chen, you're treating us to a place like this?" Zheng Hairong exclaimed, his face filled with shock at the sight of the Michelin-starred luxury restaurant.
The other surgeons were also astonished. They were all curious how someone as young as Chen Fan had acquired so much wealth.
"Oh, isn't this Expert Zheng Hairong?"
Just as everyone was about to follow the waiter into the private room, several middle-aged men suddenly appeared. One of them, upon seeing Zheng Hairong, looked surprised.
"It really is Expert Zheng."
"Who would have thought that Expert Zheng's lifestyle would improve so much after leaving our hospital, to the point where he can now dine at this sky restaurant."
"He's a surgical expert at a psychiatric hospital now. His monthly salary must be higher than ours."
"Hahaha, yes, yes, you're right. I almost forgot. Expert Zheng is now a surgical expert at a psychiatric hospital. With his qualifications, he must at least be a vice-dean there, or at the very least, the head of surgery?"
The middle-aged men burst into laughter, their eyes filled with mockery.