I Sell Wigs in the Hospital, and I'm Making a Fortune!!!

When medical student Mu Lian was interning, she suddenly discovered business opportunities everywhere in the hospital. A group of "brilliantly bald" doctors – physicians who couldn't ...

Chapter 19 Old Goods

When they heard the police were called, the aunt and her son did not mention any other expenses except the medical expenses.

The director rushed over with a rage and without saying a word, he launched into a barrage of abuse at Bai Yu, "What's wrong with you? What kind of doctor are you? Why are you arguing with a patient? Can you be more calm? Also, what period is it now? You don't even wear a mask. If you don't want to die, go outside and die. Don't infect the patients, or the hospital infection system will arrest you immediately."

Bai Yu was speechless and lowered his proud head. He was really reckless, but he did not regret it.

He had been wearing a mask. Just when he took off the mask to drink water, he heard a quarrel outside. His body instinctively rushed out and he forgot to put on the mask for a moment.

When Chen Yu saw Bai Yu rushing forward, he glanced at the arguing crowd, fearing that the situation would affect him. He immediately went into the office next door and read the entertainment news. After all, Bai Yu would handle it. Entertainment news was indeed not as interesting as the hospital conflict, but if he read it and did not deal with it, wearing a white coat and doing nothing, it would be easy for patients to find fault with him. He would then be unable to explain himself. Fines were a small matter, but if a patient accidentally injured him with a knife, it would be a big deal. With someone rushing forward, he naturally would not be stupid enough to risk his life by reading gossip.

Lin Xi looked at the director with a vicious face. When she thought about her involvement in the matter, she was very afraid of being scolded. She stood quietly behind Bai Yu, using Bai Yu's body to shield herself.

Mu Lian took Bai Yu's hand away from his mouth, very unconvinced, with a stubborn look and a hint of contempt, "Director, why are you so indiscriminate? You didn't ask anything, but you cursed me. You don't say anything about these blackmailers."

If I had known that clinical practice would be like this, I would have traveled back in time and beaten up my 18-year-old self who was studying late into the night.