Liao Fusheng felt a surge of emotion. He knew that Yang Qi despised those people and had only agreed for his sake, to help him build some connections. He wanted to make those people grateful to him, to help him. He really went to great lengths for my sake.
"No problem!" Liao Fusheng nodded.
Just as the others were about to leave, Zhang Biao burst in from outside. He sprinted forward and slid to his knees before Yang Qi. "Divine Doctor Yang, please! I'm begging you, heal my arm! Please!"
"Heh. Weren't you going to the orthopedics hospital?" Yang Qi sneered.
"The hospital said they can't fix it! Please, have mercy! This is my right arm! What am I supposed to do without it?" Zhang Biao wailed.
"Hmph. I offered to treat you just now, but you refused. It's too late. There's a long line of people ahead of you. Go register with Liao Fusheng. I'll treat you when I have time, but you'll have to get in line behind everyone else," Yang Qi said with a cold snort.
