The evil genius doctor came down the mountain, the billionaire president sent a marriage letter

Cheng Dong looked at his arms that were still hanging down, and said with emotion: "No wonder you are trying so hard to get my wife. It turns out that you are working every step of the way for what happened a year ago."

Zhang Fan shook his index finger: "Not all, when I first saw your wife, I was attracted by her beauty."

"But as soon as I investigated her cause, I saw that there was something wrong with her face."

"A gold digger with a guilty conscience, I don't even want to heal her."

"My acupuncture is nothing more than squeezing her brain tumor and speeding up the outbreak of the brain tumor."

"You know that when you pinch a water polo, if you pinch it, as long as the force is strong, it will explode instantly. The same is true for brain tumors."

Cheng Dong's face turned pale: "I won this bet together, damn it, you lied to me."

Zhang Fan continued to shake his index finger: "No, no, you didn't win. Her brain tumor is indeed cured temporarily, but I can't guarantee that it won't recur and kill her."

"Our bet does not stipulate that the disease is not allowed to recur, so I still won the bet."

"Besides, do you have a choice? Your arms are still in my hands."

Cheng Dong fell silent.

Then he asked: "When will you heal my arms?"

"What are you in a hurry for? I'll take care of this little bitch first, and I'll heal you naturally."

Zhang Fan replied impatiently, staring coldly at Li Qinghui who was under the bed.

Li Qinghui was trembling with fright, tears streaming down his face.

Aggrieved, he defended himself: "I really didn't let go on purpose. The current was too fast at that time. If I didn't let go, I would also be washed away. I really didn't want to hurt anyone, I really didn't want to hurt her."

Zhang Fan said coldly: "Perhaps from a legal point of view, you cannot be sentenced to punishment, but from a moral point of view, you will be condemned by your conscience for the rest of your life."

"Perhaps, letting you live in the hell of conscience condemnation for the rest of your life is better than letting your brain tumor burst out within a week, and you will die a hundred times."

"What do you say?"

Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Xueru and Tian Shuya.

Zhao Xueru replied: "Living is actually more painful than dying. I agree to heal her."

Tian Shuya also nodded: "Death is too cheap for a person like her."

Zhao Xueru added: "But you can't treat her for nothing, you have to give money."

Zhang Fan hummed: "Zhao Xueru's words won my heart."

"One billion consultation fee, Li Qinghui, please pay the money first, and then treat it."

Li Qinghui broke down and cried, "I have no money."

"Husband, husband, please, give me 10 billion, I want to survive."

The corner of Cheng Dong's mouth twitched into a sneer: "Who is your husband? I have already lost your bet. You shouldn't ask me for this money. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Li Qinghui's expression was extremely gloomy.

Now she has experienced what it means to be betrayed by others, and the world is cold.

Incomparably broken heart.

"Please, treat me for free. As long as you are willing to heal me, you can do anything you want. I will serve you for the rest of my life, okay?"

Li Qinghui kowtowed anxiously.

"I am so beautiful, I have such a good figure, and I am especially good at serving people. I am willing to unlock any posture for you. You can do whatever you like. I have no complaints. Please, heal me for free. "

Tian Shuya looked at Li Qinghui who shamelessly begged for help, and shook her head speechlessly.

Now she finally realized how much Zhang Fan treated her preferentially.

If I didn't even want face for money.

So the current Li Qinghui is his best example.

I shudder to think about it.

The man in front of him played his heart to the extreme.

But you have to admit it.

Everything he did was very depressing.

Li Qinghui is such a gold digger who ignores her friends and puts her life in vain, damn it!
Poor people must have something to hate, and there is nothing to sympathize with.