"Director Wang!"

Fang Han hurriedly greeted him. Fang Han had actually greeted several people at this time.

"Fang Han, congratulations."

Wang Zhicheng first met Fang Han, congratulated Fang Han, and then asked, "When will you plan to go back?"

"It's early tomorrow morning. I'll go to bed and eat breakfast and leave. I booked the earliest flight." Fang Han said.

"So anxious?"

Wang Zhicheng was a little surprised. He hoped that Fang Han would stay for a while, but after last time, Fang Han followed the training class and he had never had the chance to see him.

Although Fang Han was asked to see President Xu's father at that time and give me some advice on the postoperative period, there were more polite aspects at that time. There were many famous artists in Yanjing Hospital, and the significance of whether Fang Han would go or not was not very important. It was indeed inconvenient for Fang Han to follow the training class.

"Well, if there weren't any flights tonight, I'd be leaving tonight."

Fang Handao.

The latest flight tonight is around 9 o'clock, and there is a dinner here, so it's too late after it's over.

"What's wrong at home?"

Wang Zhicheng asked with regret.

"It's nothing big, I just miss home." Fang Han smiled.

Wang Zhicheng: "......"

Missing home?

This excuse left him speechless for a while. He had only been homesick for a month. Last three months, he didn't see Fang Han so anxious.

"I'm still thinking about letting you stay for a while."

"Director Wang, you can't keep Dr. Fang this time. You can come to the river for a wedding banquet in a while." Guan Baocheng interrupted with a smile.

"This is?"
Chapter completed!