But unexpectedly, Song Jingcheng actually looked up at him, and his black eyes, as cold as rime, actually contained a hint of smile at this moment.
"I do have some impression of what Dr. Jiang said. Fifteen years have passed, and I heard that Dr. Jiang has become a master of Fu Anxin Surgery. Congratulations."
"Doctor Jiang, come over here."
Jiang Hun was filled with emotion when he learned that Song Jingcheng still remembered him.
He walked over quickly with his back hunched, but didn't dare sit down.
"Please sit down, Dr. Jiang." Song Jingcheng pointed to the guest sofa in front of him.
But Jiang Hun didn't dare to sit.
How dare he sit down!
He came here today to confess his guilt and kowtow!
Bang!
Jiang Hun knelt firmly on one knee beside the coffee table, repeatedly banging his forehead against the ground, making a thud.
Ma Kai is not surprised.
To be honest, he had often seen such scenes before. Later, Song Jingcheng became seriously ill, and those demons and monsters were afraid of offending this smiling Buddha, so they didn't dare to come to perform.
Seeing the long-lost kowtow scene again after many years, Ma Kai stood aside and watched with a spectator's attitude.
"Old Ma."
Ma Kai lowered his hands and replied, "Mr. Song."
Song Jingcheng glanced at Ma Kai reproachfully, "Guests are here, why don't you pour tea?"
Ma Kai stared at the kettle that had just boiled for a few minutes. Without hesitation, he picked up a teacup and handed it to Jiang Hun.
"Director Jiang, have some tea."
Jiang Hun looked up tremblingly, knelt on the ground, and took the teacup with both hands.
Ma Kai picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup.
Seeing the hot steam coming out of the pot's mouth, Jiang Hun's pupils shrank slightly.
The porcelain cup quickly became hot, and the hot water overflowed from the mouth of the cup and rolled down along Jiang Hun's fingertips.
"ah!"
Jiang Hun grimaced in pain, sweat pouring down his forehead, but he didn't dare let go.
As soon as this cup fell to the ground today, his life would be lost here.
Jiang Hun finally couldn't hold on any longer. His arms slowly sank, his elbows resting on the ground. He almost curled up into a ball, but his fingers still held the teacup respectfully.
The tea was all over the floor, soaking Jiang Hun's trouser legs.
Song Jingcheng then spoke leisurely, "Ma Kai, how do you do your job? Doctor Jiang's hands are recognized as a master of cardiac surgery in Fu'an."
"It's burned. He'll tremble next time he digs out someone's heart."
Upon hearing this, the string in Jiang Hun's mind suddenly broke.
President Song really knew about the deal between Mu Tingyun and him!
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