Harding scowls down the hall, looking at the medical card of another patient. This patient was terminally ill and needed surgery, but for some reason refused to help. Such a young man, it would be a pity if he died at such an early age. He usually did not interfere, yet if a person refuses help, even such a choice should be respected by doctors, but Harding was sure that he would be able to convince the patient.

He politely knocks on the ward before entering. Hooten looked at the man lying in the ward and his heart skipped a beat. Such a young man is ready to die before starting his life... He should try to convince this person to agree to the operation. He smiles slightly as he sits down on the chair next to the bed.

Hello. I'm Harding Hooten, the head of this department. Do you mind if we talk?