"What?!" When Wang Yuan sneaked into the hospital with a pot of chicken soup, she was told that her son had already been discharged. She couldn't believe it.
How could that be?!
Why didn't she receive any news about her son's discharge? Moreover, her son's injuries were so severe that he couldn't even walk; how could he be discharged?
"Are you kidding me? My son is so seriously injured; how could he possibly be discharged?"
The hospital staff was also quite troubled: "Lady Mu, we tried to stop it, but your daughter was very determined, and we couldn't do anything, so..."
"What do you mean my daughter was very determined? It's my son who's injured; shouldn't we, as parents, be the ones making decisions?" Wang Yuan, already in a foul mood from issues at home, vented her anger on the hospital staff.
Poor doctor, getting scolded and feeling particularly wronged.
