"I will explain it to her myself," Zhang Tinghai said, his hand gripping the envelope in his white coat's pocket.
"We won't speak of it. Doctor Zhang," Director Yang spoke on behalf of everyone in the room.
Zhang Tinghai thought, in fact, it didn't matter anymore. If even his father knew about this, he probably wouldn't be upset anymore. Because if there was someone guarding his life with theirs, his father wouldn't think of suicide again.
Zhang Tinghai, who had clarified the matter and was about to leave, asked Section Chief Wang before he left, "What illness does that patient's family member suffer from? I have the right to know since we almost lost our lives because of this incident."
A group of surgeons standing in the office felt a tinge of unease: could it be from neurosurgery, hepatobiliary surgery, or general surgery?
After receiving a consenting look from President Wu, Section Chief Wang said, "It's lung cancer."
Was it thoracic surgery's responsibility then?
