Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in speechless frustration and said coldly,
"Are you here to see a doctor or to chat? There are other patients waiting for me to see them."
Standing beside her, Zhan Nanqing immediately chimed in,
"Exactly. She has more than just one patient to see. Don't waste the time of other patients. Hurry up and let Qiao Jing take your pulse and prescribe your medicine, and then you can leave."
Just now, she had almost lost control and reached out to stand between Qiao Jing and Wu Xirui.
How could Wu Xirui have such thick skin?
He even pulled his chair closer to Qiao Jing?!
Is he trying to piss her off??
The smile on Wu Xirui's face stiffened, and the little bit of sincerity in it vanished without a trace as he glanced at Zhan Nanqing.
"What business is it of yours what happens between Qiao Jing and me? Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you're from the Zhan Family."
