"I... how am I making trouble?" The old lady's eyes darted around, but she refused to admit any wrongdoing.
"Now that the police are here, you claimed I diagnosed the wrong illness and prescribed the wrong medicine, so you can talk to the police about it now." Ye Qiu's smile was gentle, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.
"What's going on?" Officer Zhou eyed the old lady sternly, his face full of authority.
"It's this clinic that misdiagnosed my boss; he's still lying in the hospital right now. I won't settle for anything less than compensation—fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand, or I won't let this go," the old lady insisted, neck stiff with defiance.
"Old lady, you'd better think this through. If I haven't treated your spouse, what you're doing now could be considered extortion, and I can take you to court," Ye Qiu said leisurely.
"Sue me? Stop trying to scare me. I'm of such an old age already, what can you possibly do by suing me?" the old lady said fearlessly.
