President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

"Isn't he a Smith expert?" Si Han's tone suddenly turned cold.

Even from the eyes under the mask, Song Runian could still see traces of bloodthirsty ferocity.

She took a step back unconsciously, and swallowed softly, "Yes, he shouldn't be real, he didn't even know I had an operation."

Such a delicate and difficult operation, except for the real Smith expert, no one else is competent.

Therefore, the person in the ward who asked three questions and knew nothing must be a fake.

It's just that Song Runian doesn't know why he looks exactly like Expert Smith.

She didn't speak directly in front of that fake Smith, because she was afraid of embarrassing Si Han.

But I didn't expect that when I told Si Han in private, his expression was so scary.

Probably seeing Song Runian's fear, Si Han forced a smile again, "I see, I'll check it out."

"Yes." Song Ru Nian nodded, "No matter what, thank you very much for hiring a doctor for me, Si Han, I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

"I'm sorry Annie," Si Han apologized very sincerely, "It's a good thing you found a real Smith specialist to perform the operation, otherwise your condition might be even more serious."

"It's the liar's fault, you don't need to feel sorry." Song Runian corrected.

While talking, Mama Wu called.

Song Runian said quickly, "Then you are busy first, I will treat you to dinner another day, I have to go back."

"Okay." Si Han nodded, watching Song Ru Nian disappear around the corner of the corridor.

Then he turned around and went back to the ward, the tenderness and smile in his eyes disappeared, replaced by endless killing intent!

Pete was already very nervous, and he didn't know why Anne would pretend not to know him.

Seeing Si Han's expression now, he was even more frightened.

Si Han walked straight up to Pete, his hands were as hard as cast iron, he strangled Pete's neck forcefully, and lifted him off the ground.

"Let go... let go..." Pete's brain was extremely deprived of oxygen, his cheeks turned liver-colored, and he writhed and struggled desperately.

But it didn't work at all.

Si Han was determined to kill him!

"Dare to bluff and cheat under my nose, who gave you the courage?" Si Han said coldly.

"I can explain it, please, let me go." Pete struggled with his last breath.

boom!

Si Han threw him to the ground hard, "I'll give you one minute."

Pete curled up like a shrimp, coughing desperately, "I... I'm not Smith, but I'm his younger brother, and he asked me to come over and help with the topping."

"Top bag?" Si Han's eyes became colder.

Pete nodded desperately, "Yes, it's Dingbao. In fact, the person who came with you from abroad was indeed my brother, but after he talked about Xizhou, he was very scared and felt that you were not a good person, so he asked me to switch packages with him."

"Then what happened to Annie's surgery?" Si Han asked again.

"I was supposed to be in charge of the operation, but my brother begged me to impersonate him, so I let him do it." Pete lied without blushing, his eyes widened.

"Can your medical skills be better than your brother's?" Si Han obviously didn't believe it.

Pete's eyeballs rolled around, "Of course, my medical skills are far superior to my brother's."

After a pause, he continued, "If you don't believe me, you can check it out. My brother killed a patient last year. You can check it out. He is the richest man in Philadelphia, named Ken Mai!"