"The best digestive specialist? That's Doctor Chen, our hospital's honorary vice-president. He only sees patients one day a week. I'd really like to see which doctor you could possibly find to come here,"
Wang Wei snorted lightly, not believing at all that Su Weifeng could find any doctor. If he truly knew someone, he would have directly sought them out, just like the middle-aged woman earlier had done. Why else would he queue up here?
Wang Wei didn't leave; instead, he waited there, waiting to see Su Weifeng's joke. Pretend in front of me? I'm just waiting to see you slap your own face.
"Young man, you'd better take your girlfriend to the emergency room quickly and avoid any delay," the elderly man kindly suggested, thinking that Su Weifeng was making the phone call just to be heard by the doctor—young people and their pride.
"Brother, hurry up and go. It's not worth arguing with this kind of person. Getting medical attention is what's important," another young man also said.