"Old Luo, do you think this is reliable?"
Luo Jianjun held the document in his hands, frowning and reading it over and over again, repeatedly confirming."
"Will you just say something? Do you really need to keep flipping through those few words endlessly?" Fang Ailing urged. "They've already said we only have two days to consider, and the deadline is nearly here. What are you thinking?"
Luo Jianjun placed the document on the table beside him and sighed, "Why do I feel like there's something fishy about this whole thing?"
"Fishy? What's fishy about it?"
"We've been in this hospital for more than a day or two, and it's not like we have only one or two patients. Fanfan's condition isn't light, but it's not severe either, and she's not someone special. So why did this pie fall from the sky right onto our Fanfan's head?"