Seeing the professor's expression, Jiang Yu knew that he must be hiding something from her. No, rather than saying that, it was better to say that he had guessed correctly.
"Did you really reduce the dosage of the medicine?" Jiang Yu continued to press on. "You dare to earn money that can harm people's lives? Don't you feel guilty holding it in your hands?"
"Why would I be heartless? What did he mean by money that could harm people's lives? He only hurt his leg. So what if it couldn't be cured? He won't die!" The professor growled. He did not dare to speak too loudly because there were nurses and doctors coming and going. He did not want to be looked down upon in the hospital.
"As a doctor, what you have to do is to treat patients and save lives! Now that you've deducted his medication and don't want him to recover, aren't you going against your conscience to earn that money?" Jiang Yu questioned.
