The doctor shook his head, "Sorry, we don't have that technology. Maybe other hospitals do. Do you want to check with them?"
The suture needle in his hand paused, "If you want to leave, you also need to pay seventy-five yuan."
He glared at the doctor, who looked calm and composed, having seen many such people.
Some even said if he hurt them, they would kill him, but in the end, they did nothing because this was a hospital.
Seeing the unresponsive doctor, Mr. Selei could only sigh, "Go ahead."
A dozen minutes later, he returned to the office, and the young secretary stood there in panic, not knowing what to do. It wasn't until he was about to enter the office that she explained, "They wouldn't let me call the police!"
Mr. Selei glanced at her and closed the office door.
Then he sat in the chair for a while, dazed, before dialing Jordan's number.
"It's me, Selei."
