"Dad, why don't we have the doctor check you out?" Mr. Yang suggested. Although Jiang Xue said the old man was fine now, he still felt more at ease if the doctor took a look.
"Check what? I know my own body. I'm fine now; no need for a check-up." The old man glared at his son; he certainly didn't want the doctors at this Hospital to examine him.
Previously, he'd been treated at this Hospital but hadn't improved at all. They even had his son prepare for the worst, so he thought the doctors here were quacks.
Look at him now, full of vigor and color—nothing like a terminally ill patient.
"Dad, the doctors will be doing their rounds soon. Even if you don't want a full check-up, at least let them have a look."
"Look at what? No, I want to go home!" The old man said angrily. As he spoke, he pushed past Mr. Yang and walked toward the door of the ward.
Just as he reached the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and several doctors appeared in front of the old man.
