Quickly, the door to the hospital room opened, and Murong Da walked out with a gloomy face.
Behind him, Professor Wang, Professor Zhao, and others also exited, murmuring to each other in hushed voices as they walked.
"This Mr. Zhou had quite a fortune, a pity that he died with his money unspent."
"Indeed, how could our hospital treat such a complicated illness?"
"The patient's condition was really too complex, even the hospitals in the city are powerless to save him."
"The man's gone, what's the use in talking about it now?"
The professors murmured as they walked.
By chance, they saw Zhang Xiaomeng, exchanged glances with each other, and Professor Zhao said:
"This kid is quite lucky, if he had taken action just now, he'd probably be in big trouble."
"Yes, look at how young he is, what kind of medical skills could he have? If he really got into this trouble, he'd probably be in over his head."
Professor Wang murmured under his breath.
