Xielong Hospital, Deputy Director's office.
Wu Qingchu casually threw the director's coat on the sofa. He used all his strength to tear off a painting on the wall and put it into his bag.
His bag was bulging as if he was about to move.
Some doctors could not stand it and shouted, "Wu Qingchu, this is the painting that the past Director gave Xielong Hospital. Are you going to take it away?"
Wu Qingchu sneered, "Past Director? I'm the Vice Director now. Naturally, I'm in charge of my office! Don't get in the way. I'm leaving today anyway. I won't let the next Director get away with it!"
Then, he remembered something. He looked at Chen Fengsheng and the others who were guarding the door and said, "Boss Chen, you'd better pay up for the godly doctor now. I've heard about Xu Pingru's illness. She has been sick for three years. It's impossible for her to be cured at the last minute!"