Chang Ying, even if she didn't believe it, still held onto some hope inside, because she wanted her daughter to get better.
So she didn't say anything, just fixed her bright eyes on the person taking her daughter's pulse.
Rong Yan had finished taking the pulse and turned her head to look at Chang Ying.
"Your daughter's fever is quite severe, and it's turned into acute pneumonia. I'll arrange a transfer to the Military District Hospital for her. What do you think?"
This was City First Hospital. She didn't feel it was appropriate to intervene, but transferring to the Military District Hospital was a different story—as everyone there knew her.
When Chang Ying heard her words, she was dumbstruck, but she quickly reacted with utter delight, nodding her head, "Of course, thank you, thank you so much."
"Then wait a moment, I'll get in touch right away." Rong Yan was thankful for her good memory; she still remembered the phone number of the Dean's office at that hospital.
