Zhou Yu had just stepped out of the ward when he saw a crowd gathered in the corridor.
At the center of the crowd was none other than Xu Tao.
In front of Xu Tao stood a man in a suit, around thirty years old, with a cigarette in his mouth, his face full of arrogance.
In contrast, Xu Tao looked rather pale and seemed furious.
At that moment, the man berated:
"Director Xu, you're really acting high and mighty, making me wait for you for so long."
Xu Tao offered a forced smile and said:
"The price you're asking for is too high, our hospital doesn't have that much budget for purchasing medicinal materials."
"So, you're saying you don't want them?"
"Are you playing us?"
"Do you know how precious my time is?"
As more and more onlookers gathered, Xu Tao swallowed his anger and said:
"Mr. Zheng, regarding the matter of these medicinal materials, let's talk another time."
"Another time?"
Mr. Zheng spoke coldly:
