"Young man, do you know medical ethics? Do you understand respect?" Professor Zhu indignantly roared with his left hand on his hip. "Regardless of your medical skills, we, as medical practitioners, are older than you! Yet you shout at us, you tell those who disagree with you to stand up. Yes, we disagree with you and we're standing up now, go on, hit us! If you can't respect your elders, aren't you just being a beast?"
"Resorting to age." Huang Xiaolong showed no respect, glancing at where the professor had his hand on his hip, he scoffed, "What are you covering with your left hand? Eight springs ago, due to a misdiagnosis, you removed your own left kidney. What are you covering? Do you have a backache every rainy day?"
Upon hearing these words, Professor Zhu was like a person struck by lightning! He stared at Huang Xiaolong, stepping back three steps in terror, as if he had seen a ghost!
