"Arrange the surgery."
The girl handed Doctor Zhou several forms.
Doctor Zhou looked at the girl in surprise, took the forms to look over, and soon after received a phone call. His gaze rested on Chuzheng for a few seconds before he replied to the call, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Doctor Zhou hurried away.
Mu Shen seemed yet to come to his senses.
Chuzheng pulled him to sit down on a chair nearby, "A man's knees are lined with gold; don't kneel so readily."
In a hospital like this, there are deadly serious rules, and doctors are just employees working here.
If kneeling were useful, then for families without money, kneeling would suffice, and there would be no need to desperately scrape together funds.
"The money..."
"I'm not that kind-hearted. Since I'm giving you this money, you have to repay me," Chuzheng interrupted him.
Her words, paradoxically, made it easier for Mu Shen to accept.
She wasn't giving him the money for nothing.
It had to be repaid...
