"Isn't this just a complete disregard for human life?"
Fatty Qi furrowed his brows. "If we don't start resuscitation now, it'll be too late!"
"We asked, but the nurse said the hospital just received another special, high-profile patient, so all the cardiologists were pulled away for a consultation."
"That's outrageous! Why do they get a team of specialists while we're left to watch someone die?"
"Brother Qin, I'll go ask."
"Get lost! If anything happens to Mr. James, can you afford the responsibility!?"
Then, the blond, blue-eyed foreigner who had spoken pushed Fatty Qi out of the corridor. "Do not disturb Mr. James's resuscitation, or I will file a complaint against you with the embassy!"
"Shut your mouth!" Fatty Qi shot back, not intimidated. "You don't own this place, and I wasn't talking to you."
He slapped the foreigner squarely across the face. "Who is the director of this hospital? Get out here and explain what the hell is going on!"
