Upon entering the consultation room, Du Heng not only saw the person he wanted to see but also heard this old gentleman's complaints.
"Is this Doctor Du you keep talking about coming or not?"
"Now, don't be anxious. Doctor Du is the Dean here; he surely has other matters to attend to. He can't just appear the moment you ask for him," Auntie said, her voice tinged with a slight apprehension.
"How can I not be anxious? If you had just focused on your own illness, none of this would have happened! What on earth possessed you to listen to his rotten idea?"
The old man's voice was still brimming with impatience, and he started blaming Auntie. "And you! We've been fine for over thirty years, nothing wrong at all.
"Then he takes one look at you, and suddenly your illness becomes my fault? What kind of damn logic is that?
"He even says I'm sick! I say he's just spouting nonsense.
"If he doesn't give me a clear explanation today, I'll give him a couple of good slaps!"
