"To say 'pacified' is too much credit for me. I merely did what a doctor could do," Zhang Xiaoying responded impassively. "The quelling of the epidemic isn't just my achievement—it's also thanks to the efforts of other doctors."
The middle-aged man bowed in apology, "I'm sorry. We've been waiting for so long that we've become irritable. There was no intention to offend Doctor Zhang, please forgive us."
Zhang Xiaoying raised an eyebrow slightly. She had not missed the tall, thin man's disdain, even contempt, once he knew her identity.
As for why the middle-aged man had changed his attitude, Zhang Xiaoying had no idea.
In any case, her intuition told her that these men were not the benign sort.
"There's no need," Zhang Xiaoying said. "If there's nothing else, please make way."
The moment the middle-aged man heard these words, a flash of anger crossed his face, but it quickly vanished. He stepped aside and gestured, "Please!"
