Back in the Orthopedic department, in the director's office.
Director Han remains silent, occasionally sipping his tea, his fingers gently tapping on the table.
Yang Ping and Song Zimo sit on the couch, Director Tian, who had heard the news, also rushed over. Seeing Director Han's expression, he didn't dare to ask, and sat down on the couch. The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
"The patient's family members physically assaulted his girlfriend, and there's a video. It was very cruel. He was so big and strong, but didn't hesitate to lay a hand on a delicate woman. His excuse was even more ridiculous, saying that they shouldn't have withheld anti-inflammatory medication. If it were me, I would have stormed out today as well. Who could bear this?" Yang Ping broke the silence.
