Meanwhile in Jiang Yuzhu's hospital, an unwelcome guest paid a visit.
Lu Zhiyao was lying in the hospital bed, stylishly dressed and dyed hair despite wearing a patient's uniform, looking quite spirited.
"Go get your Doctor Jiang over here, I want her to treat me. I have plenty of money!" His voice was far from weak, in fact, it was rather robust.
Huang Jing was notified and hastily jogged over. "Doctor Jiang is performing surgery at the moment. Your injury is minor; a nurse can patch you up just as well."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiyao scowled, refusing to listen. "I don't care! My injury is serious. If treatment is delayed, can you afford the consequences? Isn't it a doctor's job to fulfill the needs of a patient? She's acting so high and mighty as if she's something important!"
Huang Jing glanced at the few scrapes on Lu Zhiyao's arm, probably from falling and scraping himself on the ground, but clearly not a bone-deep kind of injury.