Spouting such nonsense deserves a lightning strike from the heavens.
"Are you suggesting?"
Dr. Kuang's tone was ice-cold.
He was always arrogant and looked down on the few doctors under Director Wen from the bottom of his heart.
Zhou Can's words undoubtedly struck a raw nerve.
The words "medical malpractice" were the four words Dr. Kuang currently dreaded hearing the most.
"He likely doesn't have pulmonary embolism. If you indeed treated him for it, that would certainly be medical malpractice," Zhou Can asserted calmly, utterly indifferent to the disdainful gazes of the other doctors.
After hearing this, Dr. Kuang's face turned even colder.
His gaze at Zhou Can was full of scorn and aversion.
"Director Wen, let's first take the patient to get a CT angiography. Once we determine the nature and severity of the pulmonary embolism, we can ask for your help to assist with the rescue," Dr. Kuang said, clearly dismissing Zhou Can's diagnostic opinion as worthless.
