My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 964

Chapter 964: Chapter 948: He Goes to Ask for Help Chapter 964: Chapter 948: He Goes to Ask for Help The woman didn’t know what those nurses had said anymore; she had been mad with anger, how could she remember anything?

Director Zhu immediately had the nurses who were present at the time come in.

After the nurses came in, they recounted the situation exactly as it had happened, all with consistent accounts, and their statements were completely in accordance with the regulations, hardly differing from what Director Zhu had said earlier.

“I’m telling you now why we won’t change the time of the surgery,” Director Zhu said.

It wasn’t just that Director Zhu wanted to kick her out—he was practically ready to throw a chair back at her.

“Both surgeries were of high intensity.

Conservatively estimating, each would need ten hours, which adds up to nearly twenty hours.

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Our doctors would be standing without eating or drinking.”

“Even if the previous surgery ended earlier, our medical staff would be in a state of high mental concentration.

The meticulous preparations before the surgery would also leave them extremely fatigued.

Do they not need rest?

Do they not need to eat?”

Director Zhu sneered, “Scheduled earlier?

If you say it’s earlier, it should be earlier?

Do you think the hospital is owned by your family?

Does our hospital not have other patients?

Are we just waiting on you?

Have you rented the entire hospital, or have you hired our doctors?

I finally understand why no one wanted to take you in at first.”

“It wasn’t because of the leg injury, but because family members like you have no common sense and are unreasonable.

I truly regret taking you in initially.”

“Now, our hospital cannot afford to keep such patients.

Please transfer to another hospital.

As for the hospitalization fees, rest assured, we will refund you in full.”

This kind of patient wasn’t just an elder; they were like a lord, someone their service couldn’t possibly accommodate.

It was best for them to find a hospital that could serve them.

Upon hearing this, the woman became anxious.

They knew very well how many hospitals they had visited, and if they had to move from here, where could they find another hospital, another doctor?

Tang.

But the trouble, as it happened, involved Dr.

Tang herself.

Whether Dr.

Tang would save the patient was really hard to say.

Anyway, if it were her, she would absolutely refuse to do the surgery.

Director Zhu leaned back in his chair, feeling powerless.

Everything he had said in front of the police was angry words; he wouldn’t really send people away at a time like this.

It wasn’t about sending people off—it was a matter of life and death.

Indeed, the patient’s family were not nice people, but the patient was innocent.

They weren’t from some other place that could push people out without care; this was a hospital, a place for healing and saving lives.

Whether it was because of their duty or out of humanitarianism, they had to save this person.

Moreover, if they were to dump the patient only for him to be rejected elsewhere and end up back at their hospital, what would that be if not redundancy?

“Alright,” Director Zhu said, grinding his teeth, “I will go talk to her and see if she’s still willing to do the surgery?”

Actually, while Director Zhu said this, he truly had no assurance in his heart.

Dr.

Tang Yuxin was too unpredictable and difficult to handle.

He now feared not only the possibility of being rebuffed but also dreaded hearing Dr.

Tang Yuxin’s potential response of, “I quit.” And if she decided to strike, what would they do?

If the chair had hit Dr.

Tang Yuxin, it might have been better, but why did it have to hit Gu Ning?

Although it wasn’t Dr.

Tang Yuxin herself who was injured, injuring Gu Ning made it even harder for her to bear, and it made her even more unable to accept it, naturally exacerbating her irritability.

Dr.

Tang Yuxin was famously tricky to deal with, and this time was no exception.

He worried that if he went over, he might end up on the receiving end of a thrown chair.

When the others heard what Director Zhu said, they all gave him a look that said, “Take care of yourself.”

Director Zhu stood up, hesitant for a moment but ultimately walked out with a somber expression.

It felt rather like the desolate atmosphere of a cold, easy river, a warrior departing never to return.