Jiang Fugui craned his neck and raised his voice, deliberately wailing, "Ouch, ouch!" His cries drew sideways glances from the other patients and their families.
Jiang Fugui knew perfectly well that if he got admitted, he'd have a much stronger case for demanding "compensation for lost wages," "nursing fees," and a "nutritional stipend." He could also stay for a few more days of observation and spend more of Yang Qi's money.
He was an old hand at this kind of grifting and extortion.
Just then, Yang Dalin arrived in a hurry.
Seeing this, Yang Dalin's expression darkened. He strode forward, yanked Jiang Fugui's hand away from the doctor, and snapped, "Jiang Fugui, haven't you caused enough trouble?! A few stitches for a dog bite, and now you think you can just squat in the hospital? What are you scheming? Do you take us all for idiots?"
