"Why are you listening to her? Sister-in-law, she's just an intern." Ding Wenze stepped forward, inserting a few words as if to comfort Shang Siling, "We should be grateful that Cousin is alive. The car accident was so severe, two people died. Yelling at the doctors won't help."
The words from Ding Wenze seemed to speak on behalf of Doctor Chiang. Doctor Chiang felt awkward listening to them. He only remembered Ding Wenze introducing himself as a doctor from Zhongshan Medical College Affiliated Hospital, and by rights, he was here to offer help and treatment advice for the patient, but apparently, there was no sign of such assistance.
After listening to Ding Wenze, Shang Siling felt a rush of anger so intense it was almost suffocating.
Be grateful? Grateful for what, that her husband was destined to be a cripple? This cousin wasn't comforting her; he was cursing her and her husband.
"You—" Shang Siling pointed her finger at Ding Wenze.
