"Ye Guichen, what are you doing?" Watching Ye Guichen stop them from saving the person, Chen Ziran immediately pulled at Ye Guichen.
"He's not having a stroke, it's a rare disease. If he's not moved, he'll be fine, but if you move him, he'll die within three minutes." Ye Guichen said with a serious face.
However, these words sounded like a joke in the ears of He Bitch and Sun Mu.
He Bitch sneered, "Ziran, I didn't expect your boyfriend to be a medical saint. Even a doctor who graduated from Harvard University said it's a stroke, and he says it's not but a rare disease. Is he trying to show off?"
"Yeah, if it's not a stroke, then tell us what it is?" Sun Mu also challenged with a provocative expression.
The old man's symptoms clearly showed it was a stroke. If Sun Mu couldn't see that, he might as well hit his head with a piece of tofu and die.
Seeing Ye Guichen standing out, Chen Ziran's face became even more anxious.
Had they not embarrassed themselves enough just now?
