"Shut up!" Questa was furious. She instinctively wanted to ask someone to throw this b*stard out.
"Don't worry." Jacob smiled. He stopped her then walked to Lazaro and asked, "Are you looking down on my medical skills?"
"Not only do I look down on your medical skills, but I also look down on you." Lazaro shrugged his shoulders and spoke with a very annoying expression, "I think you're just wasting time. I told you that this person is hopeless and I've given you the notice of critical illness."
"However, you don't believe me. He's about to die, yet you're still trying to stab him with needles so that he can't die in peace. People like you are wicked," Lazaro added.
"Haha, the one who's wicked is you. You don't have the ability to save people, yet you don't allow others to intervene. It's really the first time I've seen a fool like you." Jacob sneered and said, "I bet that Master Liong will wake up in five minutes."