Yang City's First Hospital, intensive care unit.
Feng Tian was clinging to life support, barely maintaining his breath, his life hanging by a thread.
By the hospital bed, Feng Zhenghua paced anxiously, while his wife was sprawled at their son's bedside, wailing loudly, her complaints and curses unceasing.
"You quacks, my husband donates so much money to you every year, what use are you, it would have been better to feed it to dogs."
Hospital director Zhang Haitao, administrative department head Sun Zhigang, and the deputy head of emergency department Gao Xintian, stood to the side, their faces a mix of embarrassment and sighs.
"Where is that Doctor Su? Where is he?"
Feng Zhenghua asked with an anxious face.
Hospital director Zhang Haitao gave Sun Zhigang a look, with cold sweat already forming on Sun's forehead, and a face full of embarrassment.
