Zhao Yang was obviously playing dumb, pretending he couldn't even tell who was sick.
"Yes, it's me," Li Jiazhuang said in a deep voice.
Zhao Yang clearly saw hostility and distrust in Li Jiazhuang's eyes, and he couldn't help but say, "Look at you, all messed up. Do you think you can trust me to treat you? You might as well go see the old doctor again."
"The old doctor can't cure it! If the old doctor could have cured it, would I have come to you?" Li Jiazhuang retorted irritably.
"Oh my, what kind of illness is it that even the old doctor can't cure?" Zhao Yang asked, confused.
"Never mind that!" Li Jiazhuang said, throwing up his hands. "Aren't you going to see me tomorrow? We'll talk about it then!"
Li Jiazhuang was truly fed up, wondering how he had ended up in Zhao Yang's hands!
"Alright, then let's wait until tomorrow," Zhao Yang said with a smile to Li Jiazhuang. "I'll let Sister Xiu'er know and line you up for the first appointment. How about that, fair enough?"
