Zhao Xiangyuan looked at He Jianhua, his expression not as arrogant as before, but still firmly said, "What did Professor He mean by that? Do I need someone else's permission to take my own son?"
Professor He wasn't in a hurry to refute, but calmly said, "Mr. Zhao, there's no need to rush. Let me finish first. If, after listening, you still insist, the hospital will make reasonable arrangements."
"I'll give Professor He face; say what you want to say, but I don't have much time." Zhao Xiangyuan frowned slightly but temporarily gave up on breaking into the isolation room.
Zhao Xiangyuan wasn't a fool; with the hospital's attitude just now, he still didn't believe his son truly had a parasitic infection. However, with even Professor He involved, he had to take it seriously.
His family business included pharmaceutical and biotech companies, and He Jianhua's name was like an authority in the field of biological sciences; Zhao Xiangyuan was aware of He Jianhua's reputation.
