"If you're not here to see a doctor, why are you causing a fuss?" Liu Zixuan was immediately displeased.
The clinic, like a hospital, is originally a place for curing illnesses and saving lives.
"Dr. Liu, please don't get angry." The middle-aged man glanced around, then skillfully pulled out a business card and a bank card from his pocket and placed them beside Liu Zixuan.
"What is this supposed to mean?" Liu Zixuan asked with a frown.
"I deal in timber here in West City. I heard you took down Master Jin, and now I have to rely on you for guidance." The middle-aged man said with a sly smile.
Liu Zixuan didn't even look at the business card or the bank card; he picked them up and threw them on the ground: "Take your things and get out!"
"This place is for treating and saving people, not a place for your Jianghu transactions. Don't try the same old tricks you used to please Master Jin on me."
"Dr. Liu..."
"Get out!" Liu Zixuan pointed outside and shouted sharply.
