"How can you do this? how can your hospital do this? aren't you deliberately making things difficult for me? what do you want?" gu youli almost could not breathe properly and felt that her lungs were about to explode.
"I'm sorry, the only way is to transfer to another hospital!" the doctor furrowed his brows and there seemed to be some pity in his eyes.
He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything and turned to leave.
Gu Youli did not know what to do and went to look for the director.
The head of the hospital was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had a smile on his face and gave off a very kind feeling.
Of course, this kind of kindness was only on the surface.
When Gu Youli had asked him why there was no medicine, he had been beating around the bush and, like the chief doctor, had asked Gu Youli to transfer her father to another hospital.