Lin Yating slightly frowned, glanced at Yun Luofeng and said, "We chose these patients through a rigorous process. There can't be any mistake! There must be something wrong with his body! Miss Yun, you'd better feel his pulse first."
"No," Yun Luofeng shook her head and insisted, "there's no problem with his body."
The young man lying on the stretcher seemed to really be in pain. With a cold sweat on his forehead, he looked quite pale.
"Look at me! Do you still think I'm pretending to be ill?" The young man gnashed his teeth and shouted angrily, "You're really a quack! You claim I'm faking it just because you can't cure my disease. How can a quack like you be allowed to participate in the Physician Competition?"
On the stage, Lin Yating watched the farce without any expression, a grim gleam in her eyes. She slightly raised the corners of her lips but soon she became expressionless again.
