Xiao Yu sought nothing in return, but that did not mean he truly "needed no gratitude at all," much less that he liked "having kindness repaid with hostility and resentment."
Even taking a step back, it was fine not to thank him, but to blame him on top of that? Who could put up with that crap!
The thing was, if someone cursed him or disgusted him,
Xiao Yu could strike back and get even to vent his anger.
But someone like Qian Bo was hateful, yes, yet also pitiful.
Besides, he had merely lost control and taken his misplaced anger out on Xiao Yu.
It did not quite count as deliberately targeting him or maliciously insulting him.
So there really was no way to even strike back and get even!!
Xiao Yu went home.
But Old Hospital Director Liu Linyu looked grim.
He was old and had experienced a great deal.
Shrewd as he was, he quickly figured out "why Master Xiao was so angry."
Master Xiao had a good temper, so he swallowed that anger.
But Liu Linyu did not want to swallow it, nor could he.
He believed he had to secure justice and an explanation for Xiao Yu.
The man had taken time out of his busy schedule to come save someone for free, only to put up with that crap. Why should he?
Liu Linyu returned to the operating room entrance.
The patient, Qian Bo, had already walked out on his own, supporting himself against the wall.
His three family members surrounded him, fussing over him.
After coming out, Qian Bo had calmed down considerably.
He, at least, had vented his anger and let off steam.
"Qian Bo, how are you feeling now?"
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."
"Honey, are you all right...?"
"I'm okay."
"Come