Dean Gao's office.
"Hello, Dean Wang, where did you hear that? It's not true, please don't listen to others talking nonsense. How could such a good thing happen to our hospital? Besides, I don't have such influence to invite doctors from Ruiyin.
Really, it's true, absolutely true."
"Mr. Huang, for your father's surgery, we really need to queue. It's not a matter of money, whether you offer fifty thousand or even a hundred thousand, it won't help! Everyone's case is serious, brain issues are urgent for everyone. I understand your feelings, but... What? How much are you willing to donate?
Donate a dormitory building to our hospital?! Well then! Considering your sincerity, I'll tell you it's not because of your donation! I'll move you up the queue. Rest assured! I'll arrange it for you."
"Old Zhang, I understand, I understand, but you know, our hospital's surgeries are already over-scheduled. How could we lend people to your hospital."
