"What are you doing here?" Qin Han said to Sun Pinghui with irritation.
Before Sun Pinghui could speak, the foreign man interjected:
"I am the translator for Mr. Charles, the Chairman of the Charles Consortium. Chairman Charles's plane has already arrived in Zhongzhou. You are Qin Han, right? Go to the airport immediately. Chairman Charles could be in danger at any moment and needs a doctor to take care of him throughout."
The meaning of the words was clear, but the tone was condescending, laced with an unfathomable sense of superiority.
"Since it's about treatment, then come to the First Hospital yourself. I am not obligated to pick you up," Qin Han said with a disdainful smile upon hearing this.
"You, a doctor, why such arrogance? You should realize that this is the Chairman of the Charles Consortium. Do you know how much money the Charles Consortium has?" the young man scoffed!