As the male doctor complained in his heart, he thought, well, whoever has the money has the bigger say. Whatever they say goes.
"Don't worry, I will find out the ins and outs of the matter and give Madam an explanation," he assured Daniel.
Only then did Daniel Cooper nod in satisfaction, "Is Mr. Foster awake?"
"Awake, yes, he's awake."
"Then I'll go and see him." Daniel said and got up and directly went to Albert Foster's hospital ward.
At that time, Albert Foster was getting an IV infusion. When he saw Daniel enter, the expression on his face visibly became colder.
Daniel noticed it, but still walked over calmly and dismissed the caretaker with his gaze before asking with a warm smile, "Mr. Foster, how are you feeling?"
Albert Foster gave a weak, cold snort with his thin, bony face, "Not going to die just yet."
Unfazed by his attitude, Daniel pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, continuing, "Mr. Foster, why are you so angry? Did I do something wrong?"
