"Kid, this is your promise. If after five minutes, my mother still doesn't wake up, don't blame me for being impolite," the middle-aged man said as his eyes involuntarily glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"Young man, don't be anxious. No matter the method of treatment, it requires a process. What you're doing is inappropriate. If every patient's family acted like you, ready to throw punches, how could we doctors treat you?" Zhang Wenbo couldn't stand idly by any longer and stepped forward to persuade him.
"Old guy, I see you're getting on in years and I don't want to bother with you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid to hit you. If it were your mother in this situation, could you still say that?"
"This…" Zhang Wenbo was left speechless by the middle-aged man's words.
