The man and woman sitting on the ground immediately stopped crying and looked at each other with a guilty expression.
"What did you say? My son was killed by you. Don't come to this hospital, it's too dangerous."
The man stood up angrily.
"Everyone, take a good look. In this black-hearted hospital, these black-hearted doctors treat your lives like a joke. You'll have to pay me back for taking my son's life, you quack!"
The woman was sobbing.
"The purpose of your fuss is to destroy our hospital. If we don't have a guilty conscience, we won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on our doors!"
Lan Anran spoke again.
"Compensate! We want the money!"
The woman cried and the man nudged the woman.
Lan Tingyun wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lan Anran.
Giving it now would mean admitting to it and it would make them even more suspicious. However, they could still test their intentions.
"How much do you want?"
