Gong Chenye glanced at the panic-stricken Gong Monan and said, "" He seems to be in good spirits. He can eat and drink, and his body has already recovered. So, I'm taking him home to rest. Is there a problem? "
Gong Monan kept shaking his head and saying that he didn't want to leave. He looked at the doctor like a child.
The doctor knew that stopping Gong Chenye wouldn't do him any good. He might even get into trouble.
However, as a doctor, he knew that the patient was not in good health. If he did nothing and watched the patient be taken away, he could not do it.
" His IQ is like a child's now. There's still shrapnel in his head. He might get into trouble if he goes with you. How can he go home with you? Isn't this nonsense? "
"That's not up to you." Gong Chenye sneered.
"I'm a doctor. I have the final say." The doctor gritted his teeth.
" I'm his son, " Gong Chenye said. " I have the final say in whether or not to bring him home. "
