The treatment room fell into an eerie silence, Zhou Fenyang waited for Lin Nianhe's response, even pausing her actions.
Lin Nianhe's eyes darted around, and she lifted her chin: "Yes, I can do it too. It's just treating illness, what's so difficult about that?"
She put her hands in her pockets, looking utterly haughty.
Zhou Fenyang snickered coldly: "Oh really? Then why don't you do it?"
Treating illness? She made it sound so easy.
If she knew how to treat people, would she have come to the hospital last time just for a common cold?
Lin Nianhe obviously felt a bit guilty: "We've already paid, why should I do it?"
Zhou Fenyang rolled her eyes at her, dismissing her behavior as mere boasting.
She didn't waste any more time, turned her head away from Lin Nianhe, and focused on bandaging Miao Hongqi's wounds.
She turned her head so quickly that she missed the fleeting smile in Lin Nianhe's eyes.
Lin Nianhe's eyes held a smile.
Well, that went smoothly enough.
