An international medical conference? I wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Feng Qingxue held the invitation letter that arrived with the message from He Xin, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Although she had always worked hard, studying diligently and working seriously to accumulate experience, she always thought of herself as just an ordinary person, perhaps a particularly industrious ordinary person, believing that diligence makes up for a lack of talent, like a slow bird that starts flying early.
Lu Jiang leaned in to take a look but couldn't understand the text written on it.
"What did it say to surprise you like this?" Lu Jiang felt it must not be bad news; if it were, his wife's expression would have changed long ago, and he would have noticed it immediately.
Feng Qingxue read out the content of the invitation letter to Lu Jiang, watching his reaction with her clear, bright eyes.
