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"In comparison, if I were a patient, I would still prefer Meng Yao's method. I would stop those people outside and shoot alone, and I wouldn't feel uncomfortable."

"I also like Meng Yao's way."

This is the case all over the barrage.

Zhao Youfu was always paying attention to the changes in the barrage. After seeing these, his face changed, and he sent these remarks to Zhao Zhenyi.

Zhao Zhenyi's complexion also changed, he glanced at Zhao Youfu.

Zhao Youfu also showed a very embarrassed look.

Although he also wants to control the speech on the bullet screen, he really can't control it. There are too many people and they dare to say anything.

Moreover, this is just a barrage of one of the live broadcasts.

The rest of the live broadcasts are probably similar to this.

Zhao Zhenyi is worthy of being an old fox. After he got stuck, he quickly looked away, and he glanced at the group of media.

Just now he made the decision to let this group of people stay. If they are allowed to go back at this time, it will inevitably give people a sense of meaninglessness, so he cannot drive them away.

This made him very difficult.

Forget it.

He really doesn't understand these things in the entertainment industry, as long as he can win in the end, it's fine, why bother so much.

Zhao Zhenyi decided to ignore these trivial matters and slowly delay the patient's situation. After he won, those comments on the Internet would naturally disappear without a trace.

On the other side, Meng Yao asked the patient to drink the medicine.

The medicine was very bitter just by the smell.

The patient looked at her blankly, struggling and said, "Do you really want to drink?"

Meng Yao nodded resolutely, "If you want to drink, do you still think about yourself?"

"Ham, I've already understood that I'm not going to get better, I can only wait to die, so doctor, just tell me not to be in such pain, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

He was terminally ill and couldn't live.

But this time the Zhao family found someone to extend their life, and they got money to take it.

The man thought, he might as well come here, use his spare energy, and save some money for the family.

He didn't dare to ask for too much.

Meng Yao rolled his eyes at him, "I'm really worthless, do you want to live like this?"

The patient found that she was not as rigid as those old doctors, so when facing her, he was not restrained and said whatever he wanted.

"Of course I don't want to live in such an aggrieved way, but do I still have a choice?" After the patient finished speaking, he laughed at himself, "My disease is incurable, so I hope to be able to relax before I die. , you have fulfilled my request."

Meng Yao's voice was cold.

"Who said your disease can't be cured?"

The man was taken aback suddenly, "Huh?"

"Let me ask you, who said that your disease can't be cured." Meng Yao repeated.

The man said in a weak voice: "Everyone said so, saying that I am terminally ill and cannot be cured."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Meng Yao's face with a hint of hope in his heart.

Could it be that Dr. Meng can cure his illness?

As soon as such a thought came into his mind, he forcibly suppressed it again.

How is this possible? This is a terminal illness, and it's not just a joke. I'd better not think about it too much, lest when I get it, my expectation will be greater and my disappointment will be greater.

Under his disappointed expression, Meng Yao spoke slowly.

"I can cure this disease."

"Ah!" The man suddenly raised his head, "What, can it be cured?"