Upon hearing this, Amelia's heart sank, but she managed a faint smile. "Dean Richmond, what should I prepare for? I only know that he was alive when he entered the emergency room and must come out alive. If he doesn't, it'll be because your doctors are incompetent, and this hospital should cease to exist."
Her grandfather and grandmother had passed away in this hospital, so Amelia had a very negative impression of it, even to the point of feeling traumatized.
If it weren't for the fact that this hospital was closest and had the best facilities, she wouldn't have brought him here.
Dean Richmond, over fifty years old and having weathered many storms, now found himself intimidated by the cold, mocking gaze of this young woman, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Ms. Foster, don't worry, we will do our best..."
"Not just your best, but you must, must cure him. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll do."
Having said this, Amelia turned and left.
Dean Richmond, "..."
