Who Are You to Act Like a Big Teapot!

Director Pansy furrowed his brows, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Richard, looking very much like a plump teapot.

"Why are you so ungrateful?!"

"An important figure has arrived at the emergency department, and I came to call you so you could make an appearance in front of him!"

"I'm introducing you to valuable resources of high society!"

"Why are you dragging your feet and refusing to appreciate it?!"

Richard rolled his eyes. As a dignified top-tier surgical expert, could he possibly care about those measly scraps of yours?

His little mouth rattled on, and his diplomatic talk was smooth, but in reality, it was all for his own benefit.

Wasn't he just trying to use Richard to score favors while putting on such a hypocritical and sickening face?

Bah!

"Not going!" Richard lazily leaned back in his chair, picked up his water cup, and took a sip.

Director Pansy watched Richard's arrogant attitude, so angry that all his fat quivered.

His finger trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"You, you, you, ungrateful wretch!"

"You just wait!"

Dropping a dramatic exit line, Director Pansy made a strategic retreat.

Bah~

Glancing at Pansy's wretched back, Richard curled his lip in disdain.

However, after a short while, Pansy returned smoothly.

Following him was a middle-aged man in a suit with one arm in a sling.

Richard glanced at him and knew immediately that this man must be the important figure Pansy had mentioned.

A single-breasted beige custom suit made of British superfine wool.

A slim-fit white shirt made of 200-count two-ply Egyptian cotton.

A 5 cm wide calfskin belt with a metal buckle finished in a low-key matte treatment.

And the leather shoes on his feet—if he wasn't mistaken, they were made of the top-tier cordovan leather known as the diamond of leather.

His wristwatch was a Vacheron Constantin Patrimony series, focusing on understated luxury and high class.

Just needed a pocket square and the outfit was complete...

Tsk, typical old-money attire, worth at least over a hundred million.

No wonder this dog Pansy was sucking up to him so eagerly.

"Doctor Richard, come quickly~"

Director Pansy's face was plastered with smiles, his voice exceptionally gentle and soothing.

He walked over quickly, grabbed Richard's arm, and brought him before the middle-aged man in the suit.

This time Richard didn't pull away, after all, they were in front of an outsider. Privately, he would have spat right in Pansy's face.

"This is Director Donald from the board of directors of our Presbyterian Hospital."

"Director Donald's arm is injured, and you're the number one knife in our emergency department. Hurry up and take a look at the director."

Director Donald wore a reserved smile.

"Doctor Richard, I've finally met you. Just as the rumors say, you're a very handsome young man."

Richard forced a couple of awkward laughs in response and cut straight to the point.

"Please sit, Mr. Donald. Let me examine your wound."

"Alright, alright, I'll have to trouble Doctor Richard."

Director Donald hurriedly sat down and, with Richard's help, unspooled the bandage on his left arm.

Richard glanced at the wound, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

There was a wound less than five centimeters long on his left forearm.

It had already stopped bleeding, and he estimated it would form a preliminary scab in another half hour.

Was this guy here to mess with me?

Richard cast a subtle glare at Director Pansy, yawned, and shouted loudly.

"Frank, come over here."

"Coming, Teacher Richard!"

Frank responded from not far away, trotting over quickly with a clatter of footsteps.

"Teacher Richard, what are your instructions?"

Richard pointed at Director Donald's left arm.

"Treat this Mr. Donald's wound."

As soon as those words were spoken, Director Donald's expression changed instantly.

Director Pansy's brows shot up again, transforming once more into a plump teapot as he unleashed a fierce tirade at Richard.

"Richard, what do you think you're doing?!"

"What kind of attitude is that?"

"Director Donald is from our hospital's board of directors!"

"You're having a mere intern treat him?!"

"You're insulting me, insulting Director Donald, and insulting the hospital board of directors!"

Director Donald gave him a dissatisfied sidelong glance. This fellow is trying to use me as a stepping stone to make a fuss.

Without a word, he stood up and turned to leave.

Frank stood in a daze, his hands outstretched to examine the wound frozen mid-air.

"Teacher Richard, this, this..."

Richard patted his shoulder.

"It's fine. Go get busy with your work."

Frank nodded hurriedly: "Alright, Teacher Richard."

He turned and fled in a panic.

"Richard, you even dare to neglect a hospital director!"

"You are simply too arrogant!"

"You just wait!"

Director Pansy shook his finger, accusing Richard.

"I will definitely report you to President Elwin!"

Dropping yet another threat, Director Pansy trotted after Director Donald.

"Director Donald, Director Donald, wait for me!"

Director Donald walked with a dark expression and stopped.

As soon as Director Pansy caught up to him, Donald turned and struck him with a backhand slap.

"Bastard!"

Venturing just a fraction of his anger, Director Donald walked away quickly. If he stayed any longer, the onlookers would only multiply, making him look even more foolish.

Director Pansy was left dumbfounded by the slap.

"This, this, what is going on?"

He stopped in his tracks, clutching his struck face, his eyes bewildered.

The surrounding doctors and nurses, watching Director Pansy's current bewildered and aggrieved expression, couldn't help bursting into laughter.

"Look at the director's expression, pfft, no, I can't hold it in!"

"Too hilarious!"

"Who has a phone that can take pictures? Hurry up and snap what Pan the dog looks like right now!"

"I will, I will!"

Snap~

After a flash of light, Pansy's wretched appearance was frozen in some nurse's photo album.

"Emma, send me that photo later!"

"Me too!"

"I want it as well!"

The sound of the camera snapped Director Pansy back to reality.

He looked at the surrounding doctors and nurses, his expression shifting.

"Look, look, what are you looking at?!"

Director Pansy glared viciously at the surrounding crowd.

"Nothing to see here!"

"It's working hours now!"

"Whoever keeps looking, I'll log it as unexcused absence! I'll dock all your full-attendance bonuses and performance pay for this month!"

Frightened, the surrounding doctors and nurses quickly scattered.

After finishing his scolding, Director Pansy felt much more at ease inside. He turned his head to glare at Richard in the office, thinking with a sinister undertone.

Richard, you just wait for me!

Sooner or later, you'll fall into my hands!

Clutching his aching face, Director Pansy hurried away.

Frank sneaked back into Richard's office and said worriedly.

"Teacher Richard, should you go and apologize to Director Pansy?"

"Otherwise, with Director Pansy's petty nature, he will definitely retaliate against you!"

Richard yawned and waved his hand.

"It's fine, don't worry about me. Go do your work."

As he'd said before, he was the top new-generation surgical expert in America, and even the world.

A person like him, no matter which hospital he went to, was treated like royalty.

Daring to mess with me? Were they really not afraid of him just walking away?!

At that moment, the siren of an ambulance wailed from far to near.

Richard stood up abruptly.

"Frank, come with me!"