Yu Haiting couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't watch Du Heng put his patient at risk. "Dean, let's just transfer him to the Municipal First Hospital! They have the equipment; they can definitely do it."
Du Heng looked at Yu Haiting with a half-smile. "Transfer to the Municipal First Hospital? Given the severity of the patient's heart failure and numerous life-threatening illnesses, do you think the Municipal First Hospital will accept him now?"
Upon hearing Du Heng's words, Yu Haiting fell silent. This was precisely why he had called Du Heng over. "But Dean, I may not understand traditional Chinese medicine, but I do know that aconite is poisonous. This 200-gram dose you're proposing, isn't it too large?"
Yu Haiting's words voiced what the others, who hadn't spoken up, were thinking. Their expressions were similar to Yu Haiting's at that moment.
For a time, everyone started talking at once, trying to persuade Du Heng.
