In the doctor's office
Zhou Zhongqing lowered his head to put away his stethoscope, glancing sideways at Jiang Jinsang, who was still adjusting his clothes.
They had known each other for over twenty years, growing up together; no matter what happened, he always maintained his poise and pride—Zhongqing had never seen him in a rush or lose his cool.
"What if I really did manage to borrow the equipment?" Zhongqing asked, on purpose. In reality, there was a ninety percent chance that the equipment couldn't be transferred.
Firstly, there were transportation difficulties, and the local hospital had surgeries to perform. Countless people nationwide sought medical treatment, all of them sick; in the face of death, no one was more privileged, and the hospital had to consider this.