Pneumonia?
Staying a few more days?
In the span of a second, the sharp lines of the man's facial features all turned cold, and the intimidating air between his eyebrows was left with nothing but grimness and hostility.
"Ying Hao—"
"Present!"
"Make a call to Director Ji, let him know that a child from our Ou Family has fallen ill and he needs to arrange an upper-class ward for us right away. We will transfer the patient over shortly."
"Yes, Third Young Master!"
In just a few sentences, he had swiftly and cleanly solved the issue, leaving no room for the other party to struggle.
Ou Mufeng stood aside listening, completely stunned: "Ou Mucen, what are you doing? During the New Year's festivities, you want to send such a young child to the hospital."
Ou Mucen scoffed, "Sister, that's a really funny thing to say. The child is sick, he's already got pneumonia. If you don't send him to the hospital, where else could you send him? Our Ou Family isn't a hospital, can we cure him?"
