Three days later.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Hospital ward.
Doctors' office.
Zhao Heng and reporter Wei Wei were sitting on the sofa, chatting with a very elegant and seemingly wealthy middle-aged woman. This middle-aged woman is the head of a well-known social assistance organization. After seeing Wei Wei's report on the girl Miaomiao, she personally came to understand the situation.
Just now, Zhao Heng and Wei Wei had taken the elegant middle-aged woman to the ward to meet the girl Miaomiao.
"Dr. Zhao, so you're saying there has been progress in the treatment of this primitive neuroectodermal tumor?"
The elegant middle-aged woman looked at Zhao Heng and asked.
To be honest, before coming here, she thought the attending doctor for the girl Miaomiao would be an older doctor. Zhao Heng's youth truly surprised her.
