Yang He was stunned and suddenly looked at the doctor.
The doctor's expression changed slightly. His expression was unnatural, but he still straightened his neck and said angrily, "What do you know? This old man is hardly breathing anymore. His face is so pale, and you still say that there's no problem? Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? If you don't know anything, don't point fingers here. If the treatment is delayed and someone dies, can you bear the responsibility?"
As he spoke, he became more confident. He raised his head and glanced at Shao Qingyuan from the corner of his eye. "Why? You injured her, right? You don't want to compensate when you see that the herbs are expensive? Dream on. Let me tell you, you have to have a conscience. It's only right and proper to compensate when you hurt someone."
