"Secretary Zheng, help me contact Old Zhou!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the middle-aged man referred to as Secretary Zheng showed a puzzled expression on his face, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said:
"At this time, I'm afraid it's...."
He had some issues to deal with, so he was staying at the National Health Commission.
But Old Zhou wouldn't be staying late at the office, and just his health alone might not withstand such high-intensity overtime!
However...
"Just call in Old Zhou and tell him there's a big issue!"
Wu Chengjun continued urgently, with an incredibly deep tone.
The ominous clouds in the sky seemed to overflow with his emotions, incredibly dense, as if concealing an even deeper layer of feelings.
Upon hearing this, Secretary Zheng paused.
Wu Chengjun and the man referred to as Old Zhou knew each other; they both graduated from the same university, where Wu Chengjun had just joined the student union, and Old Zhou was already the president.
