Spreading his arms invitingly, Ferdy gloated at Frank. “Come on, tell us who you are! I’d like to see which famous university or mentor you learned from!”
Frank inhaled sharply and spoke as everyone looked on. “So in your eyes, the number of patients, your salary, and your honors are what makes a good doctor?”
Ferdy leveled Frank a look of disdain as if he was braindead. “What, am I wrong?”
“You’re wrong,” Frank said staunchly. “Doctors care more about saving lives and curing illness. And they do that by diagnosing them correctly, and then applying the simplest, most effective cure. You, on the other hand…”
Frank grabbed the prescription list he threw in the trash can and flung it at Ferdy, snapping coldly, “You’re no doctor. You’re just yet another businessman! Even if the girl only needs a prescription for a cold like you said, all it takes is just basic cold medicine. But that wasn’t what you prescribed everything you listed here is the most expensive item, and I’m guessing you’ll get a share of the profits, won’t you?”
Ferdy was incensed that Frank would expose him like that and bellowed as everyone looked on, “You don’t know a thing! I’m the doctor here, and I don’t get any incentive from my prescriptions! I’m picking better medicine for the girl so that she’ll get better sooner-”
“Bullshit.” Frank cut him short bluntly. “Even if she had a cold, my prescription would get her better in a couple of days, and it cost less than thirty bucks. On the other hand, your prescription costs three thousand, and it’d take at least two weeks to cure the girl with those! Moreover, she’s suffering from a heat condition-if she takes your prescription, she could well die!”
“Shut up!” Ferdy bellowed, flushed from rage.
As a doctor, he was well aware that Frank was right, but he could not back down with so many patients watching, or he would lose his job!
Instead, he kept snapping at Frank, “The question here is where is your medical license, sir? Show it to me!”
Frank was stumped by the question since he did not have any.
And seeing that he was silent, Ferdy promptly pressed his advantage, laughing and pointing at Frank. “So after your bullshit, you’re just some prick who doesn’t even have a license?”
Turning towards the crowd around them, he spread his arms and grinned. “As you can see, he’s just some nutjob here to cause trouble. Security! Get him out of here!”
At Ferdy’s orders, the security guards strode up ready to throw Frank out.
Frank, however, could not care less about himself.
Turning toward Brenda, he said solemnly, “Don’t let your child take the prescription he gave you, or she’ll be in danger! Trust me!” “Hmph.”
Brenda was no different from the others despite her initial doubt, and she leered at Frank like he was crazy. “You thought I’d rather trust you than Dr. Zeller? You’re kidding.”
With that, she rolled her eyes at Frank and did not hesitate to shove a bowl of medicinal soup into her daughter’s hands. “Drink it now, and you’ll be fine.”
“But…” Ava glanced hesitantly at Frank.
