Distorting the Truth

Ye Qianqian suppressed her anger and asked, "Pestering you? How am I pestering you?"

"I've already told you to leave, yet you're still here. How is that not pestering me?" Lin Miaomiao looked down in disdain. She deliberately muttered to herself at a volume that Ye Qianqian could hear, "Seriously, I'm seeing all kinds of people nowadays. Each one is more shameless than the last!"

Ye Qianqian could feel her blood boiling. Just at that moment, a man in a white medical coat walked over.

Ye Qianqian glanced at him and looked back at the woman's nametag in front of her. She asked, "Is your name Lin Miaomiao?"

"Yes, it is. Wherever I am, my name remains the same. I am Lin Miaomiao. If you want to lodge a complaint against me, go right ahead. I'd like to see what identity you use!"

"Does everyone at your hospital have such a bad attitude? Why does the standard of Huxin Hospital in the Capital differ so greatly from that of Huxin Hospital in Kingstown?"