"What happened to her all of a sudden?" Ming Rusheng panicked, pacing outside the hospital room. "She hasn't eaten anything for the past two days and feels sick all the time."
"Don't worry. The doctor is checking her," Zhang Jie tried to assure him.
"How long will it take? Do these doctors even know what they're doing?"
"First, stop pacing and sit down," Zhang Jie ordered. "It won't make the doctors work faster."
"This Jiang Yang, he had to be on leave today, of all days," Ming Rusheng frowned.
"He's a cardiologist, Rusheng."
"I know, Mother, but he knows everything about this hospital and the doctors. Things would have been faster with him here."
"Do you think, with the Ming family present, the president himself here, and the patient being his wife, the doctors would be careless? Stop fretting, or I'll call your grandfather to come here."
