Song Siwei said, "There's no way around it. Private hospitals are different from public ones; we have to rely on ourselves for survival. Where are you now? Should I come find you?"
Ling Zhenfei replied, "It's best if you're at the hospital. I'll be there shortly."
"Alright, alright, I'll wait for you at the hospital entrance."
The two hung up the call, and Ling Zhenfei was still very pleased. Typically, directors are very happy to receive a call from him.
Because as long as Ling Zhenfei shows up, he immediately helps the hospital gain excellent publicity and enhance its reputation.
Ling Zhenfei took a cab to Mingde Hospital and, sure enough, someone came to greet him as soon as he got out of the car.
This person was about forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a scholarly aura, yet beneath his eyes lay a sharp intelligence.
At this age, being the director of Mingde Hospital was enough to show that Song Siwei was no ordinary person.
