Jia Zhengyi, this bastard, is really treacherous. Ye Tian glared at him and said, "I have a way to treat Ms. Hu. Now, if you give me AB type plasma, I can solve the problem."
"What a joke! Kid, you've got your eyes on her daughter, haven't you? You're so desperate to show off, aren't you?" Vice-president Jia sneered, filled with mockery: "Hu Chunli is suffering from kidney failure, plus blood necrosis. Medically speaking, this is an incurable condition. Even if it's caught early and treated promptly, with a hefty price and all imported medication, it's hard to turn things around."
Vice-president Jia muttered to himself as if he knew so much.
"It's better to take her back early. Since she's going to die anyway, can you not take up the hospital bed here? It's a waste of medical resources."
Vice-president Jia's words were incredibly unpleasant, his ridicule was painful to hear.
