Imperial First Military Hospital.
Zhong Jiayuan rushed over and asked Tang Fei, "How's the situation? Is the injured out of danger?"
"Still in surgery," Tang Fei spoke up. "The doctor said the entire arm is ruined, he needs a mechanical replacement."
"Replace it, with the best one. I'll help apply for reimbursement from public funds," Zhong Jiayuan said swiftly.
As the director of the fifth department, having him sign off on the application naturally meant greater reimbursement authority.
Leaders who were unwilling to take responsibility–why would anyone under them be willing to lay down their lives?
After all, everything is done by people, so the key is knowing how to use and value them.
"Thank you, Director," Tang Fei expressed his gratitude. He had been thinking if the higher-ups didn't approve, he would pay out of his own pocket.
After all, Phoenix had given him quite a bit of pocket money, and was also managing the compensation he had taken from the Yan Xinyou family.
