James had a loud voice.
His roar stunned the angry crowd gathered outside Eternality Hospital.
The boisterous crowd immediately fell silent.
James pointed at a man whose face was swelling. “You, come here and sit. I’ll take your pulse.”
The man immediately sat before James and ranted, “You’re compensating me no matter what. Do you know what I do for a living? I’m the manager of a large corporation with a monthly salary of fifty thousand. My illness got in the way of my work, and I was fired. I won’t settle for anything below a few hundred thousand.”
James glared at him.
His glare was penetrating. The man chickened out and muttered silently, “I’d be fine with a few thousand.”
“Show me your arm.”
The man extended his arm.
James took his pulse.
“So, you came to Eternality Hospital because you have skin irritation. What does this have to do with us?”
James slammed the table and rebuked him, “You must’ve eaten something to trigger the swelling. Why are you blaming us?”
“Yes, I have a skin allergy. But after eating your medicine, my situation got worse. It hadn’t been that bad before. Look at my face. It looks like it’d been stung by a bee.”
“I’ll prescribe some medicine for you. If your face’s still swelling by tomorrow, come again.”
James grabbed a pencil and wrote the prescription. He tossed it at the man before him and said, “If you don’t trust us, feel free to get a second opinion. Next.”
The man looked at the prescription, dumbfounded.
He came here to demand compensation.
Yet now, they were dismissing him after handing him a prescription.
James scolded, “What are you standing there for? Get lost. I have other patients to attend to.”
“Fine. We’ll meet in court if my face’s still swelling by tomorrow.”
The man spat a ruthless remark and turned to leave.
The moment he left, another man came forward with a mean look. He immediately sat on the stool.
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