The director was confident that no one in the crowd knew whether the deceased had been resuscitated or not. Only medical staff could analyze and examine the victim, and the doctors and nurses in the hospital did not have the courage to ask about that.
"Didn't she say that the deceased had two wounds that were not treated?" someone in the crowd asked.
"What does she know? The patient had severe injuries, and there were many more fatal wounds on the deceased's body than her hands and neck. Of course, we had to treat those fatal wounds first," the doctor quickly retorted.
At that point, the crowd looked at the Zhou family and Jiang Yao differently. Those who held their phones also gradually put them down; they did not know who was right.
Chen Xuyao rolled his eyes when he heard the director say that Jiang Yao was poor and had no backbone. If Jiang Yao were poor, then he was poorer than poor. A person who owned two mines had been labeled as poorhow many rich people were there in the world?
"Ridiculous!" Jiang Yao snorted. "These two wounds can cause massive blood loss; if they didn't stop it promptly, what else was there to save?"
Her disdain was even more justified than the hospital director's. "As doctors, you should be treating patients and saving lives, yet you let your patient die. The hospital director was right. It doesn't matter if a person is poor, but it's wrong to be poor and have no backbone or morals. The doctors in your hospital are so poor that they need to harm lives to earn some money!"
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