Blow by blow, flesh to flesh—no need to be polite with this kind of scumbag.
"Don't wuss out, keep talking. You say a word, I throw a punch," Zhang Fan whispered into Wu Lin's ear, his head bowed.
The two doctors at the door had already been petrified by Zhang Fan's actions.
Especially when they saw a few armed police at the door, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.
Shit, Wu Baldy, if you want to stir trouble, don't drag us into it.
As intern doctors, they had already experienced Wu Lin's tyranny.
In the entire hospital, not even the attending physicians were as arrogant as him. Once someone annoyed him, he could make a simple medication pick-up drag on for ages.
This half a day specifically meant a whole six hours.
Want to get your medication? Sure, but where's your paperwork? How can you prove that the stamp on it wasn't stolen by you? How can you prove that the signature isn't forged by you?
