Chapter 217 — The Ward Disturbance
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"Come on, kid, don't make a scene." The man casually pulled a hundred-yuan note from his bag and stuffed it into Kang's hand. "Go find yourself a spot to get your shoes cleaned. And let me tell you — these days it's not money that gets things done, it's connections. You'd better learn a thing or two!"
With that, the man, afraid Kang might press the matter further, took the woman by the arm and hurried off; then he followed his doctor buddy to get the admission formalities dealt with in a rush.
The man's name was Zhao Guangdong, and he had come today to find a room for his boss. Truth be told, his boss had no serious ailment — just somewhat high blood pressure these past few days, come for a drip. He needed no room at all; but to show off his connections, Zhao Guangdong had sought out his buddy, the chief physician here, and asked him to secure a superior room.
Watching Zhao Guangdong's retreating back, Kang flung the hundred-yuan note furiously to the ground. His fists clenched, his eyes shot through with red, he was so enraged that he gasped for breath in great heaves.
"Heh." Wei Zhao walked over, picked the hundred-yuan note up from the ground, and pressed it into Kang's hand. "Money's still worth keeping. Don't pick a fight with money."
"Boss, I want to hit him!" Kang knew Wei Zhao meant well. While Xiaofen was in the hospital, every bit of extra money was welcome — it was only that his pride had not let him stoop to pick it up before. But now that Wei Zhao had handed it to him, Kang took it along with the gesture.
"Please, we don't need that room anymore — whatever you do, don't get into a fight with anyone. That room is perfectly fine too!" Song Huiping was afraid Kang would stir up trouble and hurried to talk him down.
Tang Zhi glanced at Wei Zhao, meaning for him to talk some sense into Kang. She understood what Kang was feeling; she had watched the scene just now and knew all too well how cold the world could be. Had she not gone to the factory herself to demand her father's medical fees, only to find it hard beyond words and end up thrown out?
Someone with connections could get the fees with a single word — and the injury was not even serious, nothing compared to her father's.
"Sometimes beating someone up isn't the only way to solve things." Wei Zhao patted Kang on the shoulder. "Different people need different methods. Wait here for me — however they moved in, they'll move right back out for me."
With that, Wei Zhao walked toward the office of the director of the inpatient department. The director had slipped back there earlier while Kang and Zhao Guangdong were quarreling. Seeing Wei Zhao enter, he was about to ask what he wanted when he caught sight of Kang and the others trailing behind him. The director's face immediately darkened. "Didn't I tell you there are no rooms left? What are you doing back here?"
"Are you certain that only one high-class room was vacant, and that you gave it to the people who were just here?" Wei Zhao ignored his question and asked directly.
"That's right. You can leave now." The director waved his hand impatiently.
"Then have them vacate it," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Ha..." The director was so angered by Wei Zhao's words that he laughed. Who do you think you are? You say vacate it and they vacate it? Are you the hospital director? "I have things to do. If you're here to make trouble, I'll call security!"
"So you're certain you won't have them vacate it?" Wei Zhao said, taking out his phone. "Then I'll have to find someone to make them."