The little nurse nodded repeatedly and then stood guard by Xiaoting's side.
The two bodyguards who had been thrown out were now so swollen in the face that they looked like pig heads, barely able to open their eyes—one was muttering incoherently, and the other was lying on the ground groaning.
Seeing Xiaoting, still terrified, Zhao Tiezhu's eyes were filled with distress.
At the same time, his anger was growing stronger by the moment.
Since Xiaoting had arrived at this hospital, she hadn't encountered a single good thing, from the hospital director drugging her initially in an attempt to make a move on her, to now finally becoming a department head.
But then, she had met such an unreasonable patient; she was supposed to treat him, but unexpectedly not only did she get nothing good in return, but she was even almost beaten up.
If he hadn't arrived in time, Xiaoting would probably have ended up with a swollen face by now.
"Xiaoting, don't be afraid, I'm right here," he said.