Ji Chuan laughed.
"Alright, since you've decided on Cheng Yue, just let him know? Have him go upstairs for the consultation in half an hour," An Hao said.
"Okay!" Ji Chuan picked up the phone and called the office, "Let Cheng Yue take the call... What? He went to the clinic? What's he doing at the clinic at this time?"
"Sorry, Director Ji, I'm not sure about that!"
"Got it." Ji Chuan hung up the phone, and it rang again in less than two seconds. He quickly answered, "What's up?"
It was Cheng Yue calling, and his tone was urgent and angry: "Director Ji, do you even know how to diagnose? If you don't know how to prescribe, don't just randomly prescribe! You might end up costing someone's life!"
Ji Chuan was taken aback by Cheng Yue's words: "Cheng Yue, make yourself clear!"
"The asthma medication for Yan Huan is yours, right?"
"Yes! What's wrong?"
"She's experiencing medication poisoning!" Cheng Yue shouted and abruptly hung up.
