Qi Qingyao glanced at the patient and taunted him, "You're on the verge of death, so save the emotional outbursts. You act like you ate black powder. Shouldn't you save some energy to maintain your sorry life?"
Sorry life? "Y-you little cough cough cough…" Pei Fengtang nearly passed out from the anger.
"I'm a physician! And I'm here to save your life. You don't have to reject me so violently."
Qi Qingyao walked up to his bed as she spoke, even sitting boldly on the side of his bed. Heir Pei was still coughing his lungs out, the intense fit turning his eyes bloodshot. When his eyes were red like this, he looked like a trapped beast.
Qi Qingyao patted his thigh as though comforting a child. "You don't have to glare at me, either."
Heir Pei continued to cough and glare at her.
