"Hey, Boss Luo, let me just put this out there, even if this brother really is a Chinese doctor, I'm telling you, there's absolutely no way a slap like that could cause a brain hemorrhage! If it does happen, I'll drink a toast to myself right here! He's just not very skilled, you know those med students online, they think everyone looks like they're sick!"
Someone's face turned red.
A bald guy, looking like he'd had too much to drink, picked up his beer mug.
He made a rather inappropriate gesture.
And spoke in a determined manner.
"I'm not a Chinese doctor..."
"See! He's not even a Chinese doctor! Must be a med student! Kids aren't that fragile, sending them to the hospital this late at night, what a hassle!"
Zhang Lingchuan hadn't finished speaking yet.
When suddenly the bald guy in black clothes jumped in.
"Exactly! We're not rich folks, rushing a kid to the hospital for every bump or bruise while we're still busy here! But anyway, thanks for the heads-up, little doctor."
