Seeing the drunkard looking over, Jun Moyan didn’t look at him either, and his face showed no expression.
The drunkard withdrew his gaze and casually took out his phone to check it.
The silent interaction between the two went unnoticed by everyone except Wen Xiao’ai, who was closest to Jun Moyan, and the attentive Jun Wuchen.
It was just that Jun Moyan’s personality prevented him from overthinking.
Jun Wuyang saw the drunkard not speaking but instead playing with his phone and immediately got furious, looking for an opportunity to humiliate him, "What’s wrong? Blew your own horn too big and now can’t find your way out of it?"
Seeing the drunkard still looking at his phone not saying a word, the old Mrs. Jun snorted coldly, turned to the old Mr. Jun, and said with a tone full of contempt and disdain:
"What did I say? You all count on such a person to treat Wuyang’s illness?"
Old Mr. Jun’s face also didn’t look good, partly worried about Jun Wuyang’s condition and partly, of course, because Mrs. Jun wouldn’t give it a rest.
He was already annoyed enough, and she kept nagging.
Qing Yi couldn’t stand hearing Mrs. Jun’s tone, but seeing the drunkard’s relaxed demeanor, she knew he had a plan, probably deliberately letting them speak harshly so he could slap their faces even harder later.
Indeed, after Mrs. Jun and Jun Wuyang mocked him a few more times, even calling him a quack, a fake doctor, a deceiver of patients, and other nasty things, the drunkard spoke calmly and collectedly.
"Who says I can’t treat him?"
Jun Wuyang and Mrs. Jun instantly shut their mouths, their throats as if something was stuck, looking at the drunkard, unable to speak another word, in a very awkward and embarrassing situation.
They intended to slap his face, yet did not expect it to be their own cheeks that hurt.
"You can treat him?" Jun Qing looked at the drunkard with a joyful expression, somewhat excitedly.
"Yes," the drunkard confirmed straightforwardly, his single affirmative word brought smiles to the Jun Family’s faces and hope rose in their hearts.
But, the next sentence from the drunkard brought them crashing back to reality.
"But I don’t want to treat him."
"State your price, don’t hesitate," said the Jun Family, whose wealth, even the medico-pharmaceutical Gu Family, couldn’t compare to.
"Following Jun Moyan, do you think I lack money?" the drunkard said, looking completely uninterested in money.
Jun Qing realized what it was about when he saw the drunkard’s reaction.
Jun Wuyang understood the drunkard’s meaning too, it was nothing more than wanting him to apologize for his disrespectful behavior just now.
"Wuyang, apologize to the doctor," Jun Qing turned to Jun Wuyang.
"..." Jun Wuyang glanced at Jun Moyan, then at the drunkard, and turned his head away.
He clearly did not want to lower his status to apologize to the drunkard. Fresh chapters posted on NoveI(F)ire.net
To apologize to someone from Jun Moyan’s side? Don’t even think about it.
"If you’re a doctor, then act like one. Do you believe that I could have your medical license revoked with just one word for not helping the dying?" Mrs. Jun, a person obsessed with saving face, would absolutely not let her grandson apologize to someone of no status, especially when that person was connected to Jun Moyan.
The drunkard just laughed indifferently.
After Mrs. Jun finished speaking, Jun Moyan’s voice followed, "Xiaocha, see the guests out."
"Everyone, please leave."
Seeing Xiaocha unable to persuade them to leave, Qing Yi also helped to usher them out.
"Mr. Jun, please leave."
Jun Wuyang and Mrs. Jun’s faces looked extremely unsightly, but they still refused to leave.
"Wuyang, apologize!" The old Mr. Jun’s commanding voice resounded.
Jun Wuyang felt a surge of anger in his chest; his vision went dark with rage, and his brain nearly lost all reason to anger.
Had it not been for the constant itching on his body that kept him sober, he might have already lost control in his anger.