Mo Jiaolan looked at the young and the old and wanted to laugh but felt it inappropriate, so she just held it in.
However, she could tell that Wang Laogen was genuinely willing to help Ling Feng, though she didn't know why.
After the tea was served, the old man leisurely poured himself a cup and then took a sip, satisfyingly uttering an "ah."
Ling Feng patiently watched him put on airs, just staring at him without saying a word.
Ultimately, it was Wang Laogen who couldn't hold back, set down his tea cup and said, "Young man, your idea is truly admirable!"
"Save the flattery, just tell me what you're thinking!" Ling Feng said.
Wang Laogen chuckled wryly, "You're all tunnel-visioned. What's the essence of this matter? It's that you want to save people, not to save the poor!"
"If you cure the illness, that's enough, why must you give them money? With your superb medical skills, why must you let others spend hundreds of thousands on hospital treatments?"
