"This little girl is a congenital heart disease patient, this elderly man is a diabetic, and this lady is a late-stage lung cancer patient."
The reporter pointed to these people, then sneered loudly at Li Xiaoman on the stage and said, "Mr. Li, all these people are terminal patients, can your miraculous medicine really cure them?!!"
"Prove it, the efficacy of your medicine! Otherwise, I will definitely report you to the relevant authorities for selling fake medicine! I'll ruin the reputation of Wanyan Company!"
The reporter rebuked Li Xiaoman righteously, feeling like the messenger of justice on earth, his self-righteousness exploding.
Bai Yan watched coldly from the sidelines, the sneer at the corner of his mouth growing chillingly.
So-called justice is nothing but a shiny outer shell, merely to cover up dirty dealings filled with vested interests.
