"What are you saying?"
An Guoyong was furious and wanted to hit him.
"Second Uncle, calm down. There are many of them."
Nie Zhengyang stepped forward to stop An Guoyong.
He knew very well what kind of person Sun Manjia was. If they fought, An Guoyong would not have a good time.
"I really can't be bothered with you old, weak, sick, and disabled people. And I'm not here to look for you today." Sun Manjia lit a cigarette and said.
"Tell Lin Yi to come back quickly and look for me in Inpatient Department 3, Room 706. Otherwise, I don't know if this old thing on the bed can survive until tomorrow."
After saying that, Sun Manjia led the others out of the ward. Nie Zhengyang also wiped his sweat heavily.
"Auntie, stay here for a while. I'll go out and help you settle this matter."
Feeling guilty, Nie Zhengyang left the ward and caught up with Sun Manjia.
