Wang Ningzheng held Wang Xiaojie's blood-filled syringe and walked towards Yang Tian. He was in no rush; although HIV survives poorly outside the human body and has a very short lifespan, he held a medical test tube designed to preserve viruses.
He walked into the hospital building's lobby.
Soon, he saw the lobby was crowded with patients. These patients lined up in a long queue, waiting for Yang Tian to treat their ailments. Among them, some had minor ailments but joined in, packing the lobby tightly.
Wang Ningzheng wore a cold expression, coldly observing the scene. Since the establishment of the Ninth People's Hospital, there hadn't been such a hustle and bustle, but this was still a hospital; it needed to profit. With Yang Tian providing free treatment, how would the medical staff earn their bonuses?
Expression darkening, Wang Ningzheng approached Yang Tian and spoke directly: "Young man, I'm the dean here, my name is Wang Ningzheng. I have something to discuss with you..."
