"What?"
At Fang Qiu's words, the face of the woman in the hospital bed immediately changed. She looked at Fang Qiu with fire flashing in her eyes, as if she'd been angry for a long time. Then she yelled, "You want my money? I knew you were a bastard. If I allow you to treat my leg, I may never get up again. You insidious son of a b***h. Go to hell!"
A torrent of a***e came from the woman's mouth.
It sounded like a roar.
She was like a shrew shouting a***e in the street.
Instead of getting angry at the scolding, Fang Qiu grinned nonchalantly and said, "If you keep procrastinating, you're going to lose your leg."
"Get out of here!"
The woman didn't listen to him and yelled at Fang Qiu, "You want my money. Not gonna happen, son of a b***h! Go, I'd rather be treated by the hospit
