Just as Lin Tian had expected, the next morning, the entrance of Tianyi Pharma was blocked by business tycoons, all wearing troubled expressions, some with scars on their faces.
Ouyang Wuqing and Gongsun Wudao sneered from the back, hiding in the dark along with Zhang Ya, Winston, and that middle-aged strong man.
Besides, today the area around Tianyi Pharma had gathered countless reporters, with at least a hundred cameras, it seemed that two-thirds of Wu'an City's media had been invited here.
Lin Tian and Shen Mengyi joined forces and stepped forward to deal with everything.
A wealthy businessman spoke first, taking out a stack of papers and saying, "Mr. Lin, look at this. This is the hospital's diagnosis. My wife has asthma. I thought drinking your healing potion could cure my wife's asthma, but unexpectedly, after she drank the potion, her asthma worsened. Here is the hospital's critical condition notice. Please, take a look!"
