"Moxi, everyone wants my treatment, not yours. What should we do about that?"
Fu Wangning looked troubled, but there was actually a sense of pride and provocation in her almond-shaped eyes.
It was as if she was telling Jiang Moxi: See, everyone chooses me, so my opinions and views are the right ones! The competition hasn't even started yet, and you've already lost completely!
But Jiang Moxi's expression was cold, with not even a ripple in her beautiful watery eyes.
She simply said, "Those who want to stay can stay; those who would rather go to your group can go. I don't care."
Jiang Moxi's excessive calmness and self-control made Fu Wangning feel as though she had landed a heavy punch on cotton.
So, following Jiang Moxi's lead, she asked the group of eager patients, "Now, whoever wants to be in my group, stand behind me."
Fu Wangning wanted to see that not a single person would want such rubbish as her to treat them.
