"No!"
Zhao Ping was slightly stunned for a moment, and looked at Ai Yunyue with a complicated expression: "Just move it to the corridor."
"Why?"
Ai Yunyue blinked and looked at them in confusion: "Is it that we don't have money to pay?"
"No, it's...I want to give this ward to another patient."
Zhao Ping sighed, feeling helpless and sad.
“Are hospital beds so tight?”
Ai Yunyue frowned slightly and looked at the middle-aged man beside her: "Doctor, why do you want us to move out of the ward?"
A trace of impatience flashed across the middle-aged man's face: "Children, don't meddle in adult matters."
Ai Yunyue's mouth twitched, but her face was full of innocence and innocence: "Doctor, we are the family members of the injured, so we naturally have the right to know the reason. Also, everyone is equal, there is no such thing as status or rank, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
The middle-aged man looked at Ai Yunyue unhappily and snorted coldly: "I don't understand!"
"oh!"
Ai Yunyue raised her eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man: "Are you the attending physician?"
"That's right."
The middle-aged man glanced at Ai Yunyue impatiently, then looked at the others: "I don't have time to waste with you guys. Hurry up and pack up and move out."
"Doctor Yang, right?"
Mo Cheng leaned against the door and looked at him with a sly look: "Is the hospital ward really that crowded?"
"Of course!"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Cheng: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is whether you are going too far."
Mo Cheng looked calm, but his tone became a little sharp: "I don't think I've ever heard of having to give up the ward to a patient."
The middle-aged man's face darkened, his eyes flickering slightly: "You are not from the hospital, don't come here and meddle in other people's business."
"When you see injustice, draw your sword and help!"
Mo Cheng blinked, looking innocent: "Brother Chen, isn't that right?"
Di Nuochen glanced at him lightly, his deep eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and the air around him became much colder.
The middle-aged man's heart trembled, and when he faced the young man at the door, he felt inexplicably flustered and nervous.
The next second, a dark look flashed across his face, and he became even more angry and embarrassed: "Stop talking nonsense. It's not your turn to speak here."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps not far away, causing everyone to look over.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and he hurried forward: "Vice President, how come you have time to come here?"
However, the young man glanced at him indifferently, his eyes fell on the two teenagers at the door, and was interrupted when he was about to speak.
"Are you the vice president of this hospital?"
Ai Lei looked at him angrily: "The nurses in your hospital are so uncultured, aren't they? They actually pushed my grandma and caused her to sprain her waist."
The vice president frowned slightly and asked in a serious tone, "What's going on?"
The nurse who had been silent all this time trembled all over and her face turned even paler: "No, I...I didn't mean to do that!"
Zhao Ping and the others looked angry, but they held back and said nothing.
After all, this matter concerns Xiaojing's future treatment and cannot be handled rashly.
However, Ai Yunyue spoke up.
"Vice President, can I give your hospital a suggestion?"
"Little girl, please speak!"
The vice-president looked at the lively little girl and his expression softened a lot.
But I was very surprised. What is the relationship between these two young masters and this little girl?
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