Mr Liu glared at Qian, "Get on with it!"
"Still uncomfortable..."
"If you cure this case, I'll get someone to cover your shift at the station for three days."
"Is one case only worth three days to you, especially when dealing with annoying patient relatives? Oh no, it's two annoying patient relatives."
Qian glanced at Lv Zhi, then at Ye Xiaoyu, feeling her head was starting to ache, as if she had many heads to ache with.
"Seven days! No more!" Mr. Liu could see that his beloved disciple wasn't unwilling to treat the case; she was just too sly like a little firecracker, taking the opportunity to bargain for better conditions.
"Ten days, then I might be willing to bear the injustice!" Qian haggled.
Mr. Liu raised his hand, "I'll smack you!"
"Alright, seven days then, but holidays should be excluded!" Qian knew when to stop.
She reached out to touch the still-comatose Weiwei's face, turned to look at the makeup-free Ye Xiaoyu, "Let's go."
