With confusion,
Wei Song entered the hospital.
Without registration.
Without payment.
He only handed over a passport.
He received a card.
And just like that,
He was wheeled into the operating room—since it was not a penetrating wound, though the trauma area was slightly large, it was relatively easy to deal with. Upon awakening from anesthesia, he felt much better.
Looking at the time,
It had been less than ten minutes.
That was quick.
With an operating room cabin worth over a hundred million, how could it not be fast? To avoid attracting covetous gazes, only the surgical cabin and diagnostic cabin were present, other equipment was not available here.
And these two,
The Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group was selling these to the public.
Naturally,
No one would dare to rob them. After all, Ling's reputation was not blown out of proportion—who knows if tampering with their property would result in being boxed and buried the next day. There were precedents for this.
