But these people don't look for their own faults, and even when they have money at home, they are unwilling to take it out, putting all the blame on others, and even asking her to plead on their behalf.
An Ran really wants to ask, where do they get the nerve?
"I... I... It's not like that," An Youcai bent over in pain, sweat streaming down his forehead.
An Ran frowned slightly as she looked at him. Now, as December approaches, despite Nan'an's warm weather, everyone is wearing sweaters, and he shouldn't be sweating so much. She noticed An Youcai's complexion, a terrifyingly waxy yellow.
"What exactly is wrong with you?" Thinking of the prescriptions from Shengde Hospital, a thought An Ran didn't want to admit floated in her mind.
