Ye Guichen could clearly see the animosity between He Bitch and Chen Ziran, and He was deliberately showing off.
But they didn’t consider their audience.
"Don’t dare, don’t dare, my name is Ye Guichen, security guard." Ye Guichen said openly.
Chen Ziran was stunned by his words.
People who didn’t know might think being a security guard was a very impressive job.
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Guichen spoke, He Bitch and Sun Mu were initially shocked, but then the sneer on their faces became even more pronounced, He Bitch’s smile was almost stretching to the back of her neck.
"Wow, so you’re a security guard." He Bitch exaggeratedly covered her mouth.
Chen Ziran glared at Ye Guichen: "If you don’t speak, no one will consider you mute."
Ye Guichen seemed not to notice, looking admiringly at Sun Mu: "You’re a medical doctor from Harvard University, impressive, impressive."
"Of course, our Sun Mu was heavily valued by the hospital just a few days after he returned and was told he’d be made department head next year." He Bitch said proudly.
"Not at all." Sun Mu said modestly, but couldn’t hide his pride.
Chen Ziran was so angry she was about to crush her teeth.
Previously, she and He Bitch didn’t get along well, with He always comparing herself to Chen, but in terms of background and appearance, He couldn’t compare. After graduation, they didn’t have much contact, but unexpectedly met here today.
Chen Ziran just wanted to leave quickly, when suddenly a heart-wrenching scream came from nearby: "Help, help!"
The mall was filled with people, and this scream immediately attracted everyone’s attention, someone shouted: "Someone has fainted."
"What are you waiting for, call an ambulance quickly."
"Is there a doctor, who can save my grandpa?" a girl shouted and cried.
He Bitch heard this, grabbed Sun Mu’s hand and walked over, shouting exaggeratedly: "Aren’t you a doctor? Go and take a look."
With her other hand, she pulled Chen Ziran who wanted to leave: "Ziran, we haven’t met for so long, come see Sun Mu’s medical skills."
The scene was already in chaos.
In the crowd, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl was kneeling on the ground, helplessly crying.
In front of her, a seventy-year-old man had his eyes closed tightly, teeth clenched, looking like he had epilepsy.
"Make way, make way, my boyfriend is a doctor, move aside quickly." He Bitch shouted before getting close to the crowd.
Sun Mu didn’t want to meddle, but seeing everyone looking at him expectantly, he had to brace himself and approach.
He flipped the old man’s eyelids, frowned slightly, and said: "This is a stroke, he needs to go to the hospital immediately, it will be too late soon."
"Ah?" the girl was at a loss, looking at Sun Mu, as if she was grabbing the last straw: "Are you a doctor? Please save my grandpa, please think of a way."
"How to save? I told you it’s a stroke, he needs to go to the hospital immediately." Sun Mu looked at the girl with some annoyance, seemingly angry that she wasn’t listening: "I’m a doctor, but not a god, I don’t have any equipment now, how can I save him?"
"Exactly, doctors aren’t omnipotent, why are you dragging my boyfriend?" He Bitch lifted her nostrils arrogantly and broke the girl’s hold on Sun Mu.
The girl hesitated for a moment, unable to decide, she looked around the crowd, pleading: "Then, then please, help me take grandpa to the hospital?"
Someone, feeling sympathy, was about to lift the old man.
But someone quickly stepped forward, stopping the person from moving: "You can’t move him now."