"Mr. Ye. I'm sorry. This won't happen again." Wilren regretted it so much that he almost cried. He really wanted to slap himself across the face. Why did he try to act like a big shot? It just landed him in trouble.
"Just leave. The hospital doesn't need people like you. We are not a hospital for profit. I need someone who can manage the logistics properly, not someone who wastes the hospital's resources." Jacob waved his hand.
Wilren's face turned pale as if he had just lost his wife. He knew Jacob's character. Since Jacob had opened his mouth, there was no going back. He silently retreated.
"Good job, Mr. Ye."
All the staff in the cafeteria clapped their hands. The cook clapped so much that his palms went numb. This was what a good leader was like.
"Everyone, work hard.
