At that moment, Yingtao's voice suddenly rang out from inside: "Li Jiazhuang, stop stirring up trouble and sowing discord! Xu Xin's illness is difficult to treat; he needs a quiet environment, free from disturbances. When surgeries are performed in hospitals, aren't they always done behind closed doors?"
"If you want to close a door, close the door to the room where you're treating the illness. You've shut the main door—am I wrong to think you're up to something sneaky?" Li Jiazhuang argued self-righteously.
"That's because I'm afraid you all will suddenly barge in and make a scene!" Yingtao retorted loudly.
"Afraid we'll make a scene? Have you gotten approval from the patient's family to treat him? Did Uncle Xu agree to let Zhao Yang treat him?" Li Jiazhuang yelled.
"Who do you think you are? This has nothing to do with you!" Yingtao didn't want to argue with Li Jiazhuang at all.
At this point, Uncle Xu also spoke up: "Why don't we just wait until they're done."
