However, the others didn't seem to agree.
"What do you mean by that? She's already in such a state and you're still cursing her. How can a girl be so cruel?" The way they spoke was as if Mu Lin was some irredeemable villainess.
"Exactly," Some people chimed in, "What a waste of a pretty face. They say the prettier the woman, the more poisonous they are. It seems to be true." These words were overflowing with jealousy.
Looking at the crowd, the corners of Mu Lin's mouth formed a cold arc, "Did I say something wrong?"
Of course... they didn't really know.
"No, you didn't." Before anyone else could say anything, the doctor who was originally crouched on the ground slowly stood up and spoke, "You're all crowding around here, making it difficult for the patient to breathe. If it gets serious, it could lead to the patient's death." This was not a joke. The air on the plane is already thinner compared to land. Crowding around like this can truly cause problems.
