Seeing this, Zhang Tianjing sneered and asked, "Well? Little bodyguard, have you finished putting on a show? Are you going to punch the patient awake next?"
Chen Erniu glanced at Zhang Tianjing, "The paper and pen you took out earlier weren't bad. Could I borrow them to use?"
"Hmph! You want to use my paper and pen? Sure! Considering you helped me out and got Hua Sanfeng to write a letter of submission for me, I'll grudgingly give them to you!" Zhang Tianjing scoffed.
As he spoke, he pulled out the paper and pen from his pocket and tossed them casually to Chen Erniu.
Chen Erniu caught them, placed the paper on the coffee table, and swiftly began to write a prescription.
Seeing Chen Erniu seriously writing a prescription, the sneer on Zhang Tianjing's face grew even more pronounced.
Even the two young men carrying the stretcher held their arms, looking at Chen Erniu with faces full of mockery, as if watching a joke.
