"She must be a country girl who’s never seen the world. Just ignore them..."
A few receptionists gathered together, chatting away without paying any attention to July Quinn and her group.
Listening to their comments, July Quinn’s expression turned cold.
Shelly Cole murmured softly, "July, if you’re not feeling well, we should go to the hospital. Dr. Hale’s not someone just anyone can afford to see."
Dr. Hale’s medical skills were renowned throughout Esteria, but it wasn’t everyone who could afford his treatment.
Even The Cole Family, with their stable economic standing in Esteria, wouldn’t dare consult Dr. Hale unless absolutely necessary.
"I’m just taking a look." July Quinn remained inside Apothecary Hale’s clinic, continuing to walk around and observe the various herbs placed around.
At this moment, an elderly man in tattered clothes walked into the clinic.
He looked seriously ill, his face was sallow and emaciated.
"Doctor, please help me? I feel really terrible..."
The old man pleaded with the receptionists.
Yet the receptionists remained seated and mocked him, "What does your discomfort have to do with us? If you’re ill, go to a big hospital. This is no charity."
"Old man, you’re filthy. Who knows what germs you’re carrying. Get out before we have to make you."
Another receptionist started to shove the old man.
"I’m not dirty, just wearing tattered clothes. Please, help me, I have money."
The old man took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, revealing a few hundred dollars inside.
"Who’s insulted by a few hundred bucks? Get lost!"
Seeing that he only had a few hundred dollars, the receptionists lost all patience and began to push the old man.
The elderly man, frail and weak, was easily pushed to the ground, money scattering everywhere.
July Quinn and Shelly Cole couldn’t stand it any longer, quickly rushing to help the old man.
"You’re going too far. An elderly person can’t bear to be treated ."
"Exactly, even if you refuse to treat him, you shouldn’t push him. What if he gets hurt?"
After helping the old man up, July Quinn and Shelly Cole rebuked the receptionists.
"He’s just here to scam us."
"Right, he knows he can’t afford treatment here, yet he comes in, what else could it be?"
The receptionists not only covered for each other but snapped back at July Quinn and Shelly Cole as well.
"And you two, wandering around without seeking treatment or buying medicine. I suspected your motives were impure. Now it’s clear."
"So you plan to work from the inside and outside together!"
Shelly Cole, probably encountering such shameless people for the first time, was so furious she nearly charged in to fight them. "You push an old man over and then try to twist the truth. Where’s the justice in that?"
"Justice? Here in Esteria, Dr. Hale is justice. If you’re not satisfied, go ahead and sue us!"
The receptionists were arrogant.
In Esteria, no one dared to offend Dr. Hale.
Because no one could ensure they’d never fall ill!
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Anyone entering the clinic, no matter their wealthy background, had to nod and act courteously towards them.
Having grown used to flattery, they had long since forgotten their own place. How could they tolerate such accusations?
As July Quinn was about to step forward and teach this arrogant receptionist a lesson on ’why flowers are so red,’ the old man suddenly grabbed her...