COUGH, COUGH.
As the sound echoed, a serious-looking, middle-aged man wearing glasses strode into the ICU ward, flanked by more than a dozen assistants.
"Dr. Fayne!"
President Li rushed over excitedly. "I never thought I'd have the chance to meet you in person! I've read several of your papers. I've admired you for a long time."
"It's true! Dr. Fayne is a world-renowned neurology expert, a true authority in the medical field!"
"Now that Dr. Fayne is here, Young Master Zheng will definitely be saved!"
The Western medicine specialists from the Municipal First Hospital revered the arriving Dr. Fayne as if he were a savior, holding him in the highest esteem.
"Dr. Fayne, could you please tell me what's wrong with my cousin?" the young man asked, having ushered Dr. Fayne into the ICU. He then immediately rounded on Qin Lin. "Get lost! Don't disturb Dr. Fayne while he's treating my cousin!"
