An ambulance rushed to the hospital, and Mu Tianye, still unconscious, was quickly placed inside and disappeared into the night with the vehicle.
Zhou Tao returned to the emergency center carrying a large bag, and before he even entered the ward, he heard several nurses discussing indignantly.
"These rich people, they really are sick!"
"You can say that again..."
Seeing the nurses pushing out dirty bedsheets, Zhou Tao went pale with shock.
He had only been gone for two hours, so how come the bedsheets were already being removed?
"Nurse, what's going on, where's the patient here?"
The nurse pushing the bedsheets snorted, "Our broken hospital can't treat you aristocrats."
Another nurse, more temperate, saw the worried look on Zhou Tao's face and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, his mother helped him transfer to another hospital."
A transfer?
Zhou Tao's eyebrows twitched, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
