After witnessing Xu Fei’s treatment process, Dean Fang couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration.
“You’re too kind, Dean. My name’s Xu Fei. As for my techniques, they’re nothing remarkable, just some superficial knowledge I picked up from my master!”
Facing Dean Fang, Xu Fei remained humble, feeling he had to downplay things to avoid revealing his true identity.
Otherwise, whether it was his status as a young military officer of China or the disciple of Mo Wentian, either one leaking out would cause a massive stir.
But this time, Dean Fang didn’t buy Xu Fei’s overly modest explanation.
“Now, young man, you can’t say that. You’re being far too humble. If this is just superficial to you, then some people wouldn’t even amount to a hair on a bull’s back!”
At those words, Dong Tianyi’s face suddenly felt like it was burning, fully aware that Dean Fang was taking a jab at him.
“Dean Fang, now that my mum’s illness is cured, I won’t be holding the hospital accountable. But if I may be so bold, shouldn’t this Dr. Dong honour his bet?”
Duanmu Qing parted from her mother at that moment, casting a disdainful glance at Dong Tianyi as she spoke.
“Whether he should honour the bet isn’t something I can meddle in. It’s a private wager between you lot, and my involvement wouldn’t make it fair.”
Dean Fang paused halfway through his response, giving Dong Tianyi and Duanmu Lei a flicker of hope, their faces lighting up with glee.
“However, there are indeed some matters I need to discuss with you, Director Dong.”
When he said “Director Dong,” Dean Fang deliberately emphasised the title, sending a jolt of fear through Dong Tianyi, who wondered if the dean had uncovered something else.
As Dong Tianyi puzzled over this, Dean Fang swiftly pulled a reimbursement slip from his pocket.
The slip bore Dong Tianyi’s signature, and what crushed him even more was that it detailed the reimbursement for an imported specialty painkiller from abroad.
“Have a good look at this slip, Director Dong, and tell me how you explain it.”
Dean Fang handed it over after speaking.
By now, Dong Tianyi felt his mind starting to blur. He took the reimbursement slip, a mix of resentment and helplessness swirling inside him.
This was indeed his own signature. He’d already greased the wheels with the reimbursement department.
The young lass in charge of that section had been so smitten by his sweet talk that she’d promised to quietly dispose of the slip. So how had it ended up in the dean’s hands?
If Dong Tianyi knew it was because, while he was still fast asleep this morning, Xiao Ai had forwarded a video to every staff member in the hospital, prompting the reimbursement girl to fish the slip out of the bin after tossing it, he’d have no idea what to feel.
“Here at People’s First Hospital, we don’t specialise in burn-related medicine, so there’s no need for this kind of specialty painkiller. We never ordered it. So, please explain this reimbursement slip you signed!”
Dean Fang’s tone remained calm and measured, but with every word he spoke, Dong Tianyi felt like someone was tolling the bell of his doom.
