"He's lucky to have met you, otherwise he would have suffered," Jiang Zhenghai said with a smile.
However, in Jiang Zhenghai's heart, there was a sense of helplessness. The gap was too wide. Yin Xiaofan had saved a patient with a single Silver Needle, but they had to operate again and perform another transplant at their hospital. There were also risks of unexpected complications. In such a comparison, their hospital really paled in comparison to Yin Xiaofan.
Fortunately, Yin Xiaofan didn't come to the hospital to steal business, or else even their large hospital would just close up and go home to sell sweet potatoes.
"It's all over, there's nothing to worry about," Yin Xiaofan said, looking at Jiang Zhenghai. "Sir, I've called you several times, but you didn't answer."
"Is that right?" Jiang Zhenghai was surprised. He took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were several missed calls. "I was just busy with surgery, I had my phone on silent. What did you call me for?"
