Just after attending a group case discussion, Yang Ping received a consultation call from Director Tian at the Overseas Chinese Building.
"Professor Yang, could you please come for a consultation?"
"What's the situation?"
"A neurosurgery patient, brain hemorrhage, the family refuses surgery and requests conservative treatment. Furthermore, the family specifically requested your consultation, so we need your help."
Yang Ping frowned slightly, "Let's go, come with me to the Overseas Chinese Building."
Zhaxi's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't been to the Overseas Chinese Building before. It's said that the building has a dedicated elevator, security, and kitchen, completely different from a regular ward.
The two passed through the corridor and swiped their access cards to enter the Overseas Chinese Building. The elevator was carpeted, oil paintings hung on the walls, and it was so quiet they could hear their own breathing. Zhaxi unconsciously lightened his footsteps.
