Outside the registration window, a dozen or so Gu doctors supported each other, and at this moment, they were even sitting directly on the ground.
Their complexions were not good, flushed with red, surrounded by so many onlookers, which made it embarrassing for them to lift their heads.
Gu Chan didn't allow them to register at the hospital for treatment.
But who wanted to become a cripple?
Gu Chan couldn't save them; he might even kill them. The vice-chairman was the best example. Who would still want to risk their lives for him?
They had made so much money using the art of Gu medicine, and yet most of it went into Gu Chan's pockets. What did they receive in return, except for being spat upon and loathed by others?
At this moment, these people had made up their minds. They would rather be beaten or cursed, but as long as they could ask for Su Han's forgiveness and have him treat their injuries, what did it matter?
