A while ago, some medics stood up for Chen Yuanshu, but after they saw the security team leader treating Li Xiaoqiang with respect, they dared not intervene, knowing full well that the security team consisted of people hired from society.
They were indeed connected to the underworld.
Li Xiaoqiang grabbed Chen Yuanshu by the collar as if he were wringing a small chicken's neck and headed towards the Dean's office.
In the hallway, everyone made way for Li Xiaoqiang, now no one dared to obstruct him.
Li Xiaoqiang reached the outside of the Dean's office and knocked on the door.
A deep, powerful male voice from inside said, "Come in!"
Li Xiaoqiang pushed the door open, and at the desk sat a middle-aged man, writing something, glasses on, his pen moving fluidly as if a dragon or snake traversed the paper, exuding a powerful presence.
Behind the Dean hung a placard with several large brush-written characters: Medics, indifferent to wealth or poverty!
