"Additionally, the hospital equipment and technology here are terrible. My suggestion is to transfer to downtown. We have experienced doctors and comprehensive safeguards..."
Lance sighed, discarded his cigarette, and extended his hand to shake with the doctor, "Anyway, thanks for coming over."
He gestured to Melo, "Whatever the cost, speak with my friend about it. He will pay you."
"I accept your transfer plan. See how you want to arrange it. However, I have one condition, which is to ensure his safety!"
Lance released the doctor's hand, leaving Melo to liaise with him, then returned to the corridor. He stamped his foot and headed outside, a few people following first, then most followed suit.
"Call Enio, inform him about Morris," Lance ordered.
Enio and Morris were best friends, like brothers without a blood relation; after all, they had grown up together, closer than common relatives.
