These two items appeared like a bucket of cold water pouring over the woman's head.
Previously, when she heard Chen Yu say that her daughter's and the boy's illnesses were curable, the woman was prepared to go bankrupt.
No matter what, she would need to buy the medicine.
Money was insignificant when compared to her daughter's life.
But can a bottle of Sprite and a bag of spicy sticks cure their illnesses?
She refuses to believe it.
"Ma'am, this is a bottle of antidepressant for your daughter's lovesickness."
"As for this bag of medicine, its longevity sticks for the boy."
Chen Yu said this seriously.
"Dr. Chen, were you an MLM product salesman in the past? You're too glib with your words."
"I've been drinking Sprite for over ten years, but TIL it's an antidepressant."
"Can we not do this for now? Look, the woman's face is almost turning white."
