"You two, stop arguing, the doctor is here." The onlookers were trying to remind the two of them, but neither of them paid attention to anything being said around them.
The aunt said to the man, "What are you in a hurry for? My mom will finish her check-up, and then it's your family's turn. Go sit outside and wait."
"I was clearly in front of you. Now do I have to give way to you?" The man shouted, utterly unable to tolerate it anymore. How could someone blatantly jump the queue and then act so brazen? Was there any justice in this?
"No, this man came in after us," an elderly grandmother, also a patient's family member, argued urgently from behind, slapping her thigh as she spoke.
It's a mess. Who came first? No one knows. Don't bother asking the emergency nurses— they're so busy they're spinning in circles and can't possibly pay attention to such details.
The test of a doctor's non-medical skills had arrived.
