Old Mrs. Song left with her people.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa.
Fell into darkness.
If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it.
Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up the phone.
She knew the old lady's character very well, a person who means what she says.
Since the old lady said she would publish a statement in the newspaper tomorrow, she would definitely announce her resignation, which would first affect their hospital's qualifications.
Without Old Mrs. Song's golden nameplate, although all the procedures were completed, they still didn't meet the standards to open.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to call Mr. Feng.
But she hesitated.
Mr. Feng was the director of He Ren Hospital; he couldn't possibly take over as the director of a private hospital.
She couldn't bring harm to others.
This was impossible; this path was absolutely not feasible.
Find someone else?
So far, there was no better candidate.
Mr. Wang wasn't involved in medical matters, and wasn't qualified.
