Jiang Fengmian looked at him, "Brother, this is a hospital, not your backyard. You can't do whatever you want, can you?"
Huo Shaoyan responded coldly, "Don't you know that money can make ghosts work for you? I don't believe you couldn't manage to get a bed. You're clearly doing this on purpose..."
Jiang Fengmian scoffed, "Sorry, I perform several surgeries a day. I didn't expect you to rely on the 'money can make ghosts work' approach."
Huo Shaoyan: "..."
Jiang Fengmian performed another examination on the still-unconscious Gu Changfeng.
Gu Changfeng had many external injuries. His coma was caused by excessive blood loss.
But now, he had developed a high fever, which wasn't a good sign.
Jiang Fengmian decided to push Gu Changfeng into the intensive care unit. "He's running a fever; he needs to be transferred to the ICU."
Huo Shaoyan responded with a soft "Alright." After a pause, he added, "Move him gently, don't disturb her."