"Besides, I kind of like you as a doctor. You don't discriminate against older patients like us and are willing to talk to me. You're the best doctor I've met. The doctors I've met in the hospitals I've stayed in before were always indifferent and proud. They look down on poor people like us. I don't believe in certain things people say; I only believe what I see."
"Thank you," Song Chuyi said with a smile.
"Of course. What's important is that you feel sorry for old people like us." Old Madam Wang sighed and said, "My son is always so drunk and you even lectured him to be more filial to me. A doctor so nice would definitely have medical ethics. How could you commit medical malpractice?"
Song Chuyi only listened with a slight smile.
He had seen too many old people like her. Their family members were often not around when they were hospitalized, and on top of that, their ears were bad, so their family members would often be unwilling to talk to them.