Compared to Ma Bing, Lin Chen's appearance seems much less reliable.
Wearing big slippers, a tank top, and baggy shorts, he looks just like a migrant worker.
Hearing the people around blaming Lin Chen, Ma Bing becomes even more smug.
"Kid, get out of the way! If you delay the patient's treatment, can you take responsibility?" Ma Bing snorts coldly.
"Alright, then first tell me where the root cause of the patient's illness is?" Lin Chen asks calmly.
Ma Bing snorts coldly, "Are you blind? It's obviously a heart attack."
"Heart attack?" Lin Chen snorts coldly.
If you treat it as a heart attack, this patient will die at your hands.
"What did you say?" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Ma Bing's expression changes immediately.
But soon, a grin of mockery appears on his lips: "Kid, stop this mysterious act. The girl's symptoms clearly indicate a heart attack, and her sister just mentioned that the girl has a history of heart disease."
