"That's right, a surgery costs two hundred thousand. Don't you forget, this is a life we're talking about. Isn't a life worth two hundred thousand?" Liu Lin said, looking at Ye Long.
Ye Long listened and broke out laughing, then said, "Heh, so what you're saying is that you're the one who saved him?"
"So what? Yeah, I saved him. I pulled him back from the operating table—it was all me. The contract's signed, so don't think you had anything to do with it. I was the attending physician. I saved him. You were just freeloading, picking up scraps after the fact!" Liu Lin shamelessly credited himself for rescuing Liu Wenshan.
Anyway, there's no evidence. If he says he was the one who saved him, then he saved him!
Besides, the surgical contract was signed!
Ye Long helping out in the hospital room? No evidence—won't work!
Ye Long glanced at Liu Lin, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Alright, you're playing the shameless card with me, huh?"
