Chapter 91: Trust the Son, Not the Daughter

"Lao Zhao, what kind of joke is this?" Duan Pengcheng was drinking when he heard this, his hands shook, and he almost didn't hold the wine glass properly. He hurriedly asked in a panic.

"What joke my ass!" Zhao Xiangde, hearing the messy sounds on the other end and the clink of wine glasses, cursed and erupted, "Do I seem like I'm joking? Me, a dean and a towering figure in the medical community, joking?"

After finishing, Zhao Xiangde hung up the phone, entered the ward, and discussed treatment options. The X-rays he had looked at earlier were serious—Duan Chao, you really went too far.

"Dean, if we operate, there's a likelihood we'll touch her lung, and one of her ribs is right up against her lung. If we're too forceful, her lung will be in danger," the orthopedic surgeon warned, looking at the broken bones on the X-ray.