Song Qingya's voice was steady and unhurried, each word clear and forceful.
"If you have an issue, you can report it through the proper channels."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Qi Yuanyuan's flushed face, and her tone softened slightly.
"But let me remind you, this is a hospital."
Qi Yuanyuan's expression froze.
Just as she was about to retort, someone nearby cut in.
"Doctor Qi has a point, doesn't she?"
Yang Meiling had sidled over at some point, her eyes glinting with the relish of a spectator.
"Who here doesn't know how that position ended up in your hands?"
She shook her head lightly.
"Your first day and you're already acting this tough? Not even letting others speak? What is this if not throwing your weight around? A new broom sweeps clean, but are you starting by sweeping out your own people?"
At these words, the people around them lowered their heads, secretly exchanging glances.
