An elderly man with gray hair rushed over: "Didn't they say the patient had a brain hemorrhage? Why do they need to move him? How can the doctors at the city hospital be so clueless?"

"What do you know? Who gives you the right to point fingers here!" Liang Zhibai was being refuted several times a day, and he was in a bad mood at this point.

Director Zhou scoffed: "Are you a relative of that patient inside? The whole family is illiterate and doesn't even know the hospital's rules. It's really troublesome for our hospital to receive patients like you."

The old man was so angry that his face turned pale.

When the dean saw the person in front of him clearly, his pupils contracted, his back hunched slightly, and his tone became almost imperceptibly ingratiating: "Dr. Chang, what brings you here today?"

The old man is from the capital, and his reputation is well-known even nationwide. I heard that his family members are officials. It's not easy for him to see him even a few times, but he actually met him here today.

The dean's desire to poach talent was stirring again.

"I've been looking forward to your arrival for a long time. I'm truly honored that you're here today. I'll have a few nurses show you around later."

Dr. Chang waved his hand and turned to look at Liang Zhibai: "This is a doctor from your hospital. Why does he look so familiar?"

Liang Zhibai felt flustered and lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

The dean assumed he was interested in Liang Zhibai and shoved Liang Zhibai in front of him: "He's a doctor in our hospital's neurology department. He's also a student at Beijing Medical University. You taught there, so it's normal that you recognize him."

"Yes, our Zhibai is an outstanding student, thanks to the guidance of his teachers," Director Zhou praised him highly.

To try one's best to please.

They didn't notice at all that Liang Zhibai was pale and his head was almost bowed to his chest.

"His name is Liang Zhibai," the old man said with a probing look. "Which teacher is he a student of?"

Liang Zhibai was shocked and tried to cover Director Zhou's mouth, but it was too late.

"Our Zhibai is the professor's student..." Director Zhou spoke eloquently, his face beaming.

Liang Zhibai's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

The old man looked at Liang Zhibai meaningfully and said, "So you're the student who was expelled for lacking medical ethics."

He looked at the hospital director strangely and said, "A doctor who doesn't even have a medical license can perform surgery in your hospital and be called an excellent doctor. Your hospital is not only incompetent, it's practically harming people!"

I can't even imagine how many surgeries this idiot has performed, and how many people have been harmed!

The dean was shocked. Seeing Liang Zhibai's guilty expression, he flew into a rage: "Mr. Chang, rest assured, I will definitely punish this swindler today!"

Liang Zhibai looked to Director Zhou for help.

However, Director Zhou was also in dire straits at this moment, his face pale.

Liang Zhibai was personally recommended by him, and I'm afraid it will implicate him!

"You actually lied to me! Didn't you say you finished your studies ahead of schedule?" He slapped Liang Zhibai hard, unable to believe it.

Liang Zhibai retorted confidently, "The reason I was able to get in is because you're greedy for money. You think you can run away?"

Director Zhou was furious, and the two actually started fighting in this setting.

Watching this dog-eat-dog drama unfold, the dean turned pale with anger and roared, "Security, arrest them right now!"

If this matter is investigated, he will probably also be charged with mismanagement; those two idiots.

"You must be Yang Qingheng?" Dr. Chang smiled warmly at Yang Qingheng, his enthusiasm completely different from before.

Yang Qingheng politely extended her hand to shake his: "Dr. Chang, could you please take a look at my mother today?"

"No trouble at all, it's nothing."

Dr. Chang pushed open the door and went in. After carefully examining Yao Ying, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It hasn't worsened. You've taken good care of her. We can schedule the surgery sometime."

Yang Qingheng quickly leaned closer: "My mother hasn't eaten since last night. Do you think we can schedule the surgery today?"

"That's perfect." Dr. Chang was clearly satisfied, as he wouldn't have to make another trip tomorrow.

The hospital director promptly chimed in, "The patient shouldn't be moved. Shall I arrange an operating room for you right here? That way, our other doctors can also witness Dr. Chang's medical skills."

Dr. Chang glanced at him, took off his gloves, and said, "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Dean."

"No trouble at all," the hospital director nodded repeatedly, trying his best to salvage the hospital's image.

Yang Qingheng felt relieved.

After a physical examination, and with all indicators meeting the requirements, my mother-in-law was taken into the operating room.

Yang Qingheng sat quietly outside the hospital, her eyes unconsciously fixed on the direction of the operating room.

Song Hengjue came in from outside carrying a bag. Looking at her swollen face, he couldn't help but frown: "Wipe your face."

Yao Cheng was furious. She had used her full strength just now, and her face was swollen like a steamed bun.

Yang Qingheng took it and applied the medicine to her face, unable to help but gasp.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your help with Mom's hospitalization these past few days."

If we get divorced, we can give her more money, and her life will be better. At least she won't have to worry about food and clothing.

Yang Qingheng scoffed, "I helped Mom because we have a good relationship. It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to thank me."

Song Hengjue awkwardly shut his mouth.

Yao Jianjun gave his father a push.

Yao Cheng walked awkwardly to Yang Qingheng, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Niece-in-law, I misunderstood you today. Please forgive me."

"Forgive me?" Yang Qingheng showed no mercy, pointing to the slap mark on her face, "If I wasn't worried about my mother being caught in the middle, I would have sent you to the police station today. Who gave you the right to hit people over a disagreement?"

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