"F*ck, you dumb shit, what the hell are you staring at? Go get the f*cking doctor now! Damn, it hurts like hell!"
The buzz-cut youth grimaced, clutching his stomach and howling in pain. Seeing Zhuo Yun still in a daze, he exploded in anger again.
Slap slap~~
A guy propping up the buzz-cut youth slapped the reception desk again, making it rumble, and glared, saying, "Little shit, are you deaf or something? Get the hell going! If Brother Afeng isn't taken care of tonight, we'll drag you into the woods and make you provide some 'services' for us!"
Hearing the threat, Zhuo Yun's delicate body shuddered again. She touched her tears, shook her lips, and lowered her head, ready to step out from behind the reception desk to call the outpatient director, Qian Shun.
Qian Shun was also the attending surgeon; he should be able to handle the situation at hand.
But, Lin Tian reached out and grabbed Zhuo Yun, keeping her in place.
"Lin Tian?"
Zhuo Yun looked over, puzzled.