Regarding Huang Jiacai's commercial battle, Yang Ping had no interest whatsoever, nor did he want to interfere. He adhered to his routine work at the outpatient clinic of the institute every day.
He had just finished a multinational video consultation about a complex spine case involving a member of the Middle Eastern royalty. At that moment, he took a sip of tea and nodded to Doctor Li Min beside him: "Next patient."
The patient who entered was a woman around thirty years old, surnamed Lin. She was neither pushed in a wheelchair nor hobbling; she walked in on her own, and her gait could even be described as brisk. She was dressed smartly in a beige knitted sweater and pants, with immaculate makeup and perfectly styled hair, carrying only a lightweight tablet and a minimalist handbag, setting her apart from the others in the waiting area who carried heavy imaging bags.
