The Director of Surgery didn't know what to say at this point.
Indeed, there was no use for Zhang Hao in this ward.
As for why he was called here, it was merely to see if he could be of any help should the opportunity arise.
"Alright, alright, you may leave, but if a similar situation occurs next time, I won't be able to let you go," the Director said.
Wang Hai didn't say a word, just waved his hand.
As he left the ward, he brushed past that woman.
All he heard was the woman's voice choked with emotion.
"No matter how much it costs, it doesn't matter, I just want my husband to be alive, to wake up. If your hospital can't save him, then I'll transfer him elsewhere, even if it means going abroad."
Zhang Hao turned a deaf ear to this.
Twenty minutes past his clock-out time, he finally left work and drove to the bottom of He Qianhui's company's building.
There he saw her, having been waiting there for a while.
