The nurse listened to her words, her smile unchanged, and said calmly:
"I'm sorry, we don't know that, you'll need to ask your attending physician. If you don't have any other matters, I'll leave now. Please call me if you need anything."
South Grant looked at the nurse's professional smile and thought to himself: She's surely thinking, 'smiling outside, cursing inside.'
After the nurse finished speaking, she turned and left the ward, while the woman muttered angrily under her breath.
She casually took out her phone, dialed a number, and when it connected, she spoke angrily to the person on the other end:
"Quentin Young, it's disappointing that you're still a leader in the military district, yet your son is hospitalized without even a decent room, sharing with who knows who. I want to transfer the child to another hospital!"
It seemed the person on the other end said something to calm the woman's agitated mood.
