"The relatives of a famous employee in the Imperial Capital are considered to have patients with gallbladder cancer and porcelain gallbladder. Old Li, check what porcelain gallbladder is." Peng Jia lit up a cigarette. Amidst the smoke, he continued, "It's more difficult at home. In addition, his condition deteriorated sharply today, so we found a surgeon."
Xinglin Garden was, after all, a branch of the medical industry. It was normal for the family members of patients to find relatives who were usually unrelated to each other.
However, this time, things were a little different. The news actually reached Peng Jia.
"Professor Yang from the 912 is rushing to the hospital. It's said that Boss Zheng will also participate in the emergency surgery," Peng Jia said slowly. Every word seemed to weigh a ton, "I just received news from my staff. They are asking if they can do a live broadcast of the surgery. Our company will bear a portion of the patient's expenses."
