Song Jinze: "First, take us to the ward, and we want the best one."
Nurse: "This isn't in compliance with the rules, sir. I need to wait for the admission form to be processed before I can take your wife there."
Song Jinze was left without a temper by the nurse's words. He was holding Song Yuchen in his arms, and he knew he had to be less forceful in dealing with the matter, afraid it might negatively influence the child's psychology.
Public hospitals are different from private ones, and this is Ancheng, not his territory, so he could only wait patiently.
The nurse, probably impressed by Song Jinze's extraordinary demeanor and handsome, imposing appearance, tried to find a topic to chat about, "Sir, we didn't know your wife was sensitive to anesthesia before the operation. She cried out in pain with the first injection."