Qiao Haidong was getting angry, "You run a hospital, not a charity. He's too soft-hearted, waiving fees left and right, he's just not suited to be the Hospital Director!"
Qiao Yin's voice was cold, "If I say he's suitable, he is suitable. If I say you're not, then you're not. Keep making a fuss, and I'll call security to throw you out."
Qiao Haidong's face grew long as he sighed dramatically and relented, "If you really want Director Song to be the Hospital Director, then at least let me be the Deputy Director? After all, it's good to have someone who knows the ropes around to support you. You don't like your cousin helping out, so let me do it! Don't worry, if I come, I'll listen to everything you say and won't mess anything up."
"I don't need it."
Qiao Yin said coldly, "I'll count to three. If you're still not gone, I'll have security drag you out. When you lose face and become the laughingstock, don't blame me for not warning you."