"How does it not look like it?" Fang Yu said with a smile.
"It doesn't, please show some identification." The middle-aged man said sternly.
"You are crazy! Who carries their ID around when they just go out to eat?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes.
"You—"
Fang Yu saw that he wanted to say more, so he continued:
"What 'you'? As a doctor, shouldn't saving people come first? You've been arguing with me for so long, yet the patient is still unconscious. This shows that you are not a qualified doctor."
His words were quite harsh.
But they resonated with the surrounding audience.
Indeed, why waste time arguing when you should be saving someone?
Hearing Fang Yu call his master out, the young boy retorted, "My master is the chief doctor at the Jiangzhou First Hospital, don't talk nonsense!"
Fang Yu glanced at him and disregarded it, saying:
"Alright, alright… the chief doctor, huh? Then go save the person!"
The middle-aged man snorted, ignored Fang Yu, and bent down to examine the beauty.
