"Grandpa, I don't think that doctor you said is reliable. It's better to call Chris Uralchy to come!"
Hegge Unala didn't even look, and directly pushed Mr. Unalah's phone back.
When Mr. Unalah heard the doctor being questioned, he immediately defended him:
"Don't talk nonsense! The doctor is amazing! He blocked me because he's afraid I'll strain my eyes using my phone too much!"
"When the doctor arrives, I'm going to give him all my pocket money to treat Benjamin Rodriguez!"
"Ah... ah..." Benjamin Rodriguez struggled to lift his head, his voice hoarse.
"You want to say you're moved, right? If I had been with your grandmother, you would be my grandson."
Hegge Unala rolled his eyes: "Grandpa! He's not moved, you pressed on his oxygen tube!"
"Ah?" Mr. Unalah hurriedly lifted his arm,
