It was uncertain whether there would be a spectacle of people fighting over disciples in the future, but what was certain was that Liu Banxia and Liang Xiaolin playing with plucked chickens in the waiting room had already become quite a scene.
He tended to be quite talkative and would joke around with patients to lighten the mood during their consultations. So, in Liang Xiaolin's eyes, many people knew him. In any case, any patient coming for a follow-up, dressing change, or suture removal would stop to chat with him for a bit.
Lunch was these few chickens, along with some side dishes Liu Banxia had bought. Zhou Shuwen didn't stand on ceremony and ate with everyone.
Of course, some people didn't join them—Qin Hai and Qi Wentai.
Never mind just chicken; even if it were abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, and fish maw, they wouldn't have joined. Their conflict had reached such a stage; how could they possibly eat this meal?
