"Cure? How could that be possible!"
Mr. Jin burst into a rage instantly, "This is clearly a shill you've found! You're putting on a farce together, do you think we can't see through it?"
"A shill?"
Yin Tian let out a light laugh, then turned to Pu Yisheng, "Do you think so too?"
Pu Yisheng did not say anything, but by looking at his expression, it was obvious he thought the same.
"Since you say he's my shill, there's no point in arguing with you."
Yin Tian stepped forward until he was in front of Mr. Jin, "If the patient were you, there wouldn't be any problem, right?"
"Me?"
Mr. Jin raised his hand, pointing at his own nose with a look of utter surprise, "You're saying I'm sick?"
"Yes."
Yin Tian spoke indifferently, "Don't you know it yourself?"
"What a joke!"
Mr. Jin let out a scoff, "Then tell me, what sickness do I have?"
