Hearing this, Lin Yi remembered the emergency incident that occurred yesterday.
"Was it the patient with the aneurysm?"
"Yes, that's her." Qiao Xin said,
"The costs have already exceeded seventy thousand now, and if she is discharged after recovery, it will be at least a hundred thousand. The family only paid ten thousand and then disappeared."
Lin Yi nodded, "Don't worry, you guys keep trying to contact them. If you still can't reach them by tonight, give me the contact information they left. I'll handle it."
"Okay."
After chatting with Qiao Xin for a while, Lin Yi went to his department, stayed with Li Chuhan for a while to understand the situation of that patient and her family, then took a taxi and left for the Xinshan branch office.
"Brother Hui, Brother Zhu, what's with you two looking so tired with such heavy dark circles under your eyes? How much royal grain have you had to give?"
"Don't even mention it, it's all because of that presidential suite you arranged."