Yang Ping stood up to take a look alone, and Song Zimo immediately followed, with others trailing behind. Yang Ping waved his hand, "I'll just take a look; you all go about your business."
Dong Guanghan was making a loud phone call in the ward because the plastic wrap of a takeout order he had placed was slightly damaged. Determined to have the merchant comp the meal and refund his money or else face a complaint and negative review, Dong Guanghan tenaciously argued his case until the seller agreed to comp the meal and also offered some snacks as an apology. It was clear: this was a man not to be trifled with. Satisfied with his win, Dong Guanghan settled back into the visitor's chair, shaking his head contentedly.
Over here, Dong Guanghan haggled with the attending physician, "Doctor, can you make it a bit cheaper, maybe give a discount?"