"Uncle, if you're not kicking the habit of drinking and smoking, no amount of medicine would be of any help to you," Wang Yao added.
The old man was from the village and of advanced age, so he was very reluctant to hear harsh toward him. If it had been someone else, Wang Yao would have told them to leave at once.
"Just give me a dose." The old man looked unhappy seeing how Wang Yao kept going in circles.
From his perspective, it was ridiculous for a doctor to refuse to give medicine to a patient.
"I'll ask you to just head home then," Wang Yao said. "This is one medicine that I won't be giving you."
Gosh, what a brat! The old man rose in a disgruntled manner. He flicked his shirt sleeves as he left fuming mad.
As he was entering the clinic, Jia Zizai walked by the angry old man. "Hey, what's up with the old man? He sure looks ill-tempered!"
"He was sick and asked for meds, but I refused him," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Why?"
