The waiter standing nearby was also puzzled, sharing the same thought as Dr. Bai.
He thought that the old man was probably a fool for saying such a thing.
Seeing the anger on Old Zhao's face, Liu Qi tugged at his arm and said softly, "He is the doctor here."
The consultation fee has been paid and cannot be refunded.
Liu Qi knew that his current position was sensitive and he didn't want to attract Zheng Hong's attention again because of this.
Old Zhao slapped Liu Qi's arm away in disgust and looked at the doctor in white with displeasure.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? Who are you? When did Renaitang get such a person as you?"
Anyway, he had never seen it.
The doctor jumped up, looking utterly dejected.
"You crazy old man, get out of here, don't ruin our pharmacy's business."
As he spoke, he pushed Old Man Zhao out of the pharmacy.
Old Zhao was quite old, and he almost fell over due to a slight mishap. Fortunately, Liu Qi helped him up, preventing a tragedy from happening.
He was so angry that he glared and his beard bristled. "Where's the boss? Call the boss out here!"
"Our boss is busy, he doesn't have time to deal with you, you crazy old man, get out of here!" Doctor Bai was arrogant and had no compassion whatsoever.
Old Zhao and Liu Qi were kicked out of the pharmacy once again.
Old Zhao, who had been kicked out, was panting with anger. "This is outrageous! Where is the boss? I'm going to find him!"
After he finished speaking, he turned back, but Liu Qi grabbed him and said, "Old man, don't bother. Their boss might have gone elsewhere to find a better job."
"How could that be!" Old Zhao exclaimed in disbelief.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his lower back, so he leaned on his cane and slowly walked to the corner of the wall, where he squatted down.
Liu Qi sat down next to him. "Great-grandfather, can you tell me now what's wrong with my body?"
Old Zhao tidied his messy hair.
"You're not sick, you just have a little problem with your brain."
Otherwise, why would he say he's sick?
"I'm not mentally ill," Liu Qi retorted, then suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm not sick, I'm really not sick?"
He was so excited that his voice carried far, attracting the attention of many people who turned to look at him.
The old man rolled his eyes, then finally lowered them, clearly still angry about what had just happened: "I'm not sick. I've been seeking medical help for years, how could I have been misdiagnosed?"
At this moment, his stomach began to rumble.
He asked Liu Qi, "Is there anything to eat?"
Liu Qi gave a wry smile; he was hungry too.
Having carried the old man all the way, his eyes were gleaming with hunger. If he didn't eat something soon, he might starve to death on Baiyang Street, even if he hadn't lost his life to Qiu Yan's poison pills.
Seeing the endless stream of people, he took out his broken bowl and began to play the victim, "Dear elders, uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters, my great-grandfather is sick and has no money for medical treatment. Please give him some food..."
After Liu Qi shouted this, passersby saw that Old Man Zhao was still begging along the street at his advanced age and all showed him sympathetic looks.
Especially seeing Old Zhao's downcast and closed eyes, one could tell that he was terminally ill and would soon pass away.
Most passersby offered their help, wanting to save the poor grandfather and grandson.
The broken bowl clattered and rattled. Liu Qi's face showed grief, as if lamenting his great-grandfather's unfortunate fate, but in his heart, he was overjoyed.
He was often hungry, so he was naturally happy to have finally managed to beg for money.
Old Zhao suddenly opened his eyes. He... he had actually fallen to the level of a beggar on the street?
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