The fatty couldn't imagine that his face looked terribly pale at the moment.
"You don't understand, or are you pretending to be confused?"
Zhang Xiaofan said coldly.
Zhang Xiaofan had seen through the fatty's tricks from the beginning.
"I took his pulse, he's not sick, just a bit anemic, plus he stayed up all night, which is why he's definitely not feeling energetic today, weak and powerless, with a pale face."
"And you, you paid him to come to the clinic to put on an act, to fake an illness."
"I'm right, aren't I?"
Zhang Xiaofan said with a cold laugh.
"Zhang Xiaofan, you... don't slander me, I, Chen Youliang, would never do such a thing."
"Zhu Gan, tell the truth, this isn't the case."
The fatty Chen Youliang said with a trembling voice.
"Chen Youliang, let's not put on a show, I can't act anymore. Is it not because you're jealous that all the sick villagers in Chenjiaba are coming here for treatment, and you're holding a grudge inside?"
