In a simple and austere meeting room at the Red Star Rolling Mill Workers' Hospital, four people in white coats sat behind a row of yellow-painted wooden tables, taking turns asking questions.,The female doctor, upon hearing this, didn't say anything more. Although Li Yuan was good, in the current situation, he was just good.,At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.。