"Yes, Cao Jiadong," Qiao Xin said.
"I heard that he's an entrepreneur. He's staying in a high-care ward. He was suddenly sent over last night. Director Li said that if he doesn't get a cardiac stent, there's a risk of a heart attack in the future, so she hurriedly arranged it."
Lin Yi rubbed his chin, feeling like fate was playing tricks on him.
'Yesterday, I made you so angry that you vomited blood. Today, you were sent to me.
'Sigh, looks like even the heavens don't want you to recover.'
"Alright, push him to the operating room," Lin Yi said, "I'll do the surgery."
"Uh-uh."
Qiao Xin went to prepare for the surgery. Lin Yi took a closer look at Cao Jiadong's case file before walking toward the operating theater.
Cao Jingqiu and Cao Xiangyu were guarding the entrance of the operating theater.
Her father had already been pushed in. All that was left was to wait for the chief surgeon.
"Lin Yi! How dare you come here?!"
