Qing Wanglai clenched his fist tightly. "Li Huowang is a high-risk patient right now, don't forget he's killed before! If you transfer him to a private hospital and he takes more lives, then what?"
The director leaned back, his bulging belly making the chair creak. "At least the responsibility won't be on us then. As long as he's at White Tower, the warden and I will always be on edge."
"Dr. Qing, I know you're capable and driven, but I'm already 52. I'll be retiring in a few years, so please don't make things difficult for me, your older colleague."
With a face ashen with anger, Qing Wanglai suddenly stood up and walked out, slamming the door heavily.
As soon as he stepped out, Yi Donglai and Qian Fu immediately gathered around and asked, "What did they say?"
"Nothing doing, the director is dead set on sending Li Huowang away."
"What are we going to do then?" Yi Donglai asked anxiously.
