Sun Zongyun, the Vice-Chairman of the Chinese Medicine Department of Shanghai Citizen Hospital, was a reputable man in Shanghai. He was doing well in both the corporate and government sectors. Although he didn't take the initiative to look for patients, people that fell ill would always look for him because he had superb medical skills. He was popular with a lot of people.
"Uncle Sun." Zhao Lixing and the other two brothers lowered their heads. It was as if their eyes were asking their uncle for help.
Sun Zongyun looked at the situation. "Elder Zhao, what are you doing? Quickly put it down. You're already so old. Why are you doing this? Listen to me and put it down. If not, I'll get angry."
Elder Mu quickly dragged Sun Zongyun aside. "Elder Sun, don't say that. Elder Zhao is furious. Don't blame it on him. If not, things will get worse."
Zhao Mingqing was furious when he heard Sun Zongyun's words. He shouted, "Sun Zongyun!"
