Qing Wanglai clenched his fists tightly. "Li Huowang is a high-risk patient! Don't forget, he's killed people before! If you transfer him to a private hospital and he takes a few more lives, what then?"
The director leaned back, his bulging belly making the chair creak. "At least then the responsibility won't be on us. As long as he's at White Tower for a single day, the Prison Warden and I will have our hearts in our throats."
"Dr. Qing, I know you're capable and driven, but I'm already fifty-two. I'll be retiring in a few years, so please don't make things difficult for an old comrade like me."
His face ashen, Qing Wanglai shot to his feet, strode toward the exit, and slammed the door with a loud BANG.
The moment he stepped out, Yi Donglai and Qian Fu immediately swarmed him. "What did he say?"
"It's a no-go. The director is dead set on sending Li Huowang away."
"Then what are we going to do?" Yi Donglai asked, his face etched with anxiety.
