"You really screwed me over with that emergency of yours," Jiang Zhenghai said with a mournful face.
"What? Brother, were you scolded too? But you're a vice-president, even if you can't cure the illness, the leaders shouldn't treat you like that," Yin Xiaofan said, somewhat curiously.
This leader is quite big-time, Xiaofan had realized after experiencing it firsthand. They said nine o'clock, but it was well past ten before there was any sign of them. If it hadn't been for Wang Xinying's outbreak of Cold Poison, there's no telling how long he would have had to wait.
As a patient, if you don't even take your own condition seriously, how can you expect others to go out of their way to treat you?
As for leaders, there are probably plenty of people who rush to suck up and flatter them. But Xiaofan really didn't care. If it hadn't been for Jiang Zhenghai asking him, he would've been too lazy to treat such a person.
