Wang Xing smiled and shook his head: "You are welcome, Mr. Peng Ling is not in good condition and just woke up."

"Come in."

While talking, Wang Xing opened the door and walked inside.

Chen Cang and others followed closely behind.

Wang Xing smiled and said to the old man lying on the bed: "Academician Peng, who are you here?"

Peng Ling was lying on the bed, listless, with heavy bags in her eyes and many wrinkles on her face.

He is in his eighties, but he seems to be in his nineties.

After working hard for a lifetime, there is no health preservation at all.

This hunched and gasping old man is the backbone of Chinese neurosurgery.

It is also because of the responsibility on her shoulder that she bent her waist and withered her face.

Seeing Chen Cang come in, Peng Ling's eyes were filled with light. She stared at Chen Cang and grinned.

I was smiling happily.

Smiling with tears in her eyes.

I can't even say anything laughing.

After a long time, I smiled and said, "Here I'm here!"

As I spoke, I could see few teeth.

Mr. Peng Ling wanted to sit up, but she was a little weak.

Xue Zhengren hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Teacher Peng, please slow down."

Peng Ling patted Xue Zhengren's hand, laughed, and said slowly: "Why haven't you been here for a long time?"

Xue Zhengren blushed: "I...I..."

Peng Ling smiled and said, "Are you afraid I will scold you?"

Xue Zhengren was speechless.

Peng Ling couldn't help but shook her head: "I don't blame you, I've never blamed you."

"You are just too strong!"

Peng Ling looked at Chen Cang and continued, "You are Chen Cang!"

"Hello, Academician Peng." Chen Cang nodded and walked to the bed.

Peng Ling smiled and said, "I still feel a little surprised when I see you for the first time."

"How can someone be so handsome and has such excellent research and knowledge?"

A joke made everyone laugh.
Chapter completed!