"Who needs treatment?" the drunkard entered without intentionally putting on airs or acting difficult.
Because Qing Yi had just said not to treat him no matter what, let alone if it was possible.
It would be best to aggravate him as well.
Actually, the drunkard had already figured it out when he heard that Jun Wuyang was seeking treatment—he didn't need Qing Yi to tell him.
He initially wanted to say don't waste medicine, find a cooler place to bury him quickly, but then thought it might be letting him off too easily.
The drunkard knew too well how Jun Wuyang treated Jun Moyan.
Such a good opportunity naturally couldn't be missed.
"Are you the doctor?" Jun Wuyang sized up the drunk who was several years younger than himself, furrowing his brow.
Everyone seemed fooled; this did not look like a doctor at all.
Calling him a male nurse would be giving him too much credit.
