What greeted him was the security captain barking an order, and a few guards pounced on him like wolves and tigers, grabbing him by the arms.
"Security, security, we keep this place secure. Wearing this uniform, we've got the right to deal with you inside the hospital. Take him away."
The security captain's face was full of disdain.
Zhang Mingxing was held up by two strong guards, with another one behind him constantly shoving him along.
This was really a case of a scholar meeting a soldier—reason didn't stand a chance.
Security guards earn their keep with brute strength; they weren't about to reason with him.
"Let go of me, damn it! Let go of me! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
"File whatever you want, we're not scared,"
The security captain sneered coldly, completely unafraid of being complained about.
They were acting on orders from the hospital leadership; even if a complaint was filed with the Medical Department, it would just sink without a trace.
