Ignoring He Zhixin's objections, they forcibly discharged the patient.
Then transferred to the Divine Doctor Medical Hall.
He Zhixin couldn't stop it and sighed heavily.
Hopefully, nothing will go wrong.
"Dean He, you don't seem very keen on Xia Weibao treating Old Madam Fang."
A man's voice suddenly came from behind.
Startled, He Zhixin turned around quickly, only to see Lu Hualiang standing behind him in a perfectly tailored black suit.
His eyes were cold as ice, seemingly able to see through one's soul.
He Zhixin felt flustered. Under such an eagle-like gaze, he felt all his thoughts were exposed.
"No... no, of course not."
Lu Hualiang swept his cold gaze over him, "Who really is Xia Weibao."
Drip.
A drop of cold sweat fell from He Zhixin's forehead, and he quickly wiped it away.
Forcing a stiff smile, he said, "Director Lu, you're joking, Xia Weibao is your wife, why ask who she is?"
"Dean He, you're a smart person. You know what I am asking."
