With a "smack," Mo Yanhuan's head was slapped to the side. The old man's fist was really hard, slapping him until his mouth bled. He remained in that position for a full five seconds.
"Do you think I don't know what you're up to?! Let me tell you! Song Yunzheng doesn't need any evidence to deal with you. He only needs an excuse to make sure you have no place in this city! The business world is like a battlefield, let alone the political arena! Do you think I'm trying to scare you?"
Mo Yanhuan's thoughts began to become chaotic, and her brows remained tightly furrowed, unable to relax.
Song Yunzheng had an operation early in the morning and didn't come out of the operating room until 3 p.m. When he returned to the outpatient clinic, he started to take over Dr. Yu's shift. Dr. Yu had taken the afternoon off, so Song Yunzheng had to fill in for him.
It was nearing the end of the workday, and there weren't many people around, just a few scattered patients.
"Tap tap tap..."
"Go in," Song Yunzheng replied with his head down.
The door to the consultation room was pushed open from the outside, and soft footsteps approached from afar.
"Where do you feel unwell?" Song Yunzheng asked, still looking down, as he reached out and took the medical record from the girl.
"Doctor, my stomach is upset."
Song Yunzheng raised his head, glanced at the girl in front of him, and then looked at the personal information on the medical record: Chen Jianan, seventeen years old. She was clearly a minor, but her eyes had a depth that should not be present at her age.
How does it hurt?
Chen Jianan sat down in the chair and moved closer to Song Yunzheng, putting one hand in his pocket as if he were clutching his stomach, while leaning forward.
"A sharp, throbbing pain in waves."
Song Yunzheng put on white rubber gloves and pressed the spot she pointed to through her clothes. "Does it hurt here?"
"A little higher."
Song Yunzheng moved up two inches more. "Here?"
Chen Jianan nodded. "Mm."
Song Yunzheng pressed a few more times to confirm the location, and said, "You have bloating. You should go to the gastroenterology department, not the gynecology department."
Her eyes darted away. "Oh, I... I don't know much about these things."
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