Su Nanxing asked, "What's the illness?"
"Post-stroke syndrome. He's over seventy years old now, lying in bed, completely unable to take care of himself."
Su Nanxing said, "I need to see the patient's specific condition before I can determine whether treatment is possible. If Mr. Qiao is interested in having me make a house call, he will need to go through the application process."
"Okay, I understand."
Qiao Muye was the hospital's God of Wealth—even for a medical temple like Capital Hospital, there is no such thing as too much money.
Qiao Muye had signed a contract with the hospital, committing to donate at least one hundred million in equipment and supplies each year. When he requested Su Nanxing to make a house call, the hospital quickly approved it.
Even though there was no precedent for trained doctors to make solo house calls.
But this was definitely something that could be arranged.
That very afternoon, Su Nanxing got into Qiao Muye's car.
