Two years ago, I blocked him, cut off contact with him, and disappeared overnight without even bothering to explain. I thought he had turned me over a long time ago.
Until three o'clock in the morning, I was on duty in the emergency room. He was huddled on the infusion chair with stomach pain, his face was pale, but he still raised his eyes and shouted at me: "I want to change doctors!"
As soon as I put on the white coat, I smiled softly and arrogantly: "Mr. Cheng, you either treat the doctor obediently, or I tie you up and watch you."
