"Is anyone here?"
Inside Xiaoyan Clinic, a teenager slowly walked in, yelling as if he had just returned to his own home, clearly an uncultured child.
"Yes, I'm here."
Guo Huaicai, because the clinic was empty, sat in his chair reading the newspaper. Hearing someone shouting, he immediately looked up.
He eyed the youth and said indifferently, "What's wrong?"
"Set my arm for me, it's broken."
The young man strode into the clinic, found a sofa to sit down on, and stared at Guo Huaicai.
This attitude, either utterly disrespectful or the very picture of an untrained child.
"Alright, let me take a look."
Guo Huaicai was a medical school graduate, familiar with bone-setting. The outpatient clinic hadn't been busy for a long time, and he was quite pleased to have a patient.
After washing his hands, he approached the youth, rolled up the sleeve, and said, "Young man, bear with it, it might hurt a bit."
"No problem."
