The sudden quarrel drew the gazes of countless people. To the ordinary folks around, they marveled at how tough this guy was. Daring to argue with Director Shen of the hospital right here? He must not want to be treated here ever again. Otherwise, he would surely face all sorts of difficulties.
Not far away, a well-dressed lady with toad sunglasses perched on her forehead, having just arrived at the ward entrance, unconsciously cast her gaze over. She looked first at Yang Hu, then at Chen Yang, sizing them up with curiosity mixed with a hint of disgust.
BANG!
Suddenly, an unexpected scene unfolded. A chair was thrown out from the ward. Luckily, the lady was surrounded by people and narrowly avoided being hit.
"Fuck!"
The two subordinates in the front bore the brunt of it; one was hit in the ribs, the other on the instep.
"You're still throwing things? You must be itching for death!"
"You old fart, do you have any manners at all?"
