Chapter 412: Slander, right?

Fu Yang looked at Chen Hua casually for a few times, and after scanning the other person's face, she had an idea in her mind.

This is still looking for trouble.

Fu Yang leaned back in his chair.

"Tell me, what do you want to calculate?"

Chen Hua looked at Fu Yang's expression and felt a little uneasy.

Could this person have figured out what he was going to do?

Chen Hua muttered to himself, and then he remembered the benefits promised to him by the person behind him.

Six million, plus free medical treatment for his father.

Chen Hua's family is not very wealthy, and his annual income is probably only a few hundred thousand.

So when six million was placed in front of him, he was inevitably tempted.

Thinking of this, Chen Hua calmed down and said:

"Then calculate for me how long my father has left to live."

Fu Yang uttered two words lightly.

“Not really.”

Chen Hua seemed to have found her weakness and immediately said:

"Why doesn't it count? I gave you three thousand yuan. Are you not that smart? You can't calculate it, so it doesn't count!"

Before Fu Yang could say anything, netizens in the live broadcast room started typing!

[This person is here to pick a fight, right? It's obvious he doesn't really want Sister Yang to tell his fortune!]

[That's right. Anyone who knows a little bit knows that there are taboos in fortune-telling and physiognomy. You can't just do whatever you want.]

[I know Sister Yang doesn't calculate life and death. It's not that she can't, but the karmic consequences of doing so are extremely serious. That's why masters generally don't calculate lifespans!]

Fu Yang raised his chin and glanced at Chen Hua.

"Did you see the words on the public screen? It doesn't count as life or death."

She could indeed count, but she didn't want to.

For someone like Chen Hua who is obviously looking for trouble, don't expect her to have a good attitude.

Chen Hua's face looked a little ugly, and then he said:

"Then calculate whether my dad's treatment this time will be successful."

Fu Yang: "Okay, send me his name and birth date, and a photo as well."

Chen Hua sent it immediately.

Fu Yang took a few glances and then exclaimed "Huh" in surprise.

Chen Hua immediately said:

"What's wrong? Can't you see? Aren't you quite good at fortune-telling for others?"

He was afraid that if he didn't perform well, he wouldn't get the six million.

Fu Yang: "What exactly are you and your father worried about? What's the grudge? You're willing to completely destroy his very flesh and blood in order to keep him alive. Are you trying to keep him alive and suffering from the pain? Are you afraid he'll die too comfortably?"

Chen Hua was furious when he heard this!

"Fu Yang, don't think you can talk nonsense just because you have a small fan base! My father and I have a great relationship. How could I possibly harm him?"

"I think you're just not very academically sound, and you're talking nonsense here! You're a swindler, and the hospital your family runs, and your father's director, are all just swindlers!"

Chen Hua finally found the opportunity to get to the point!

"My dad got sick, and I immediately sent him to your hospital. He's been treated for nearly a month, but he still hasn't been cured. I've done so many tests and spent so much money, and your hospital won't even treat him!"

"I'm not rich. He's been under your treatment for a month, and my family has spent around 60,000 to 70,000 yuan. Since you can't treat my father, I transferred him to another hospital. Within a week, he's already much better!"

When Fu Yang heard his words, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Hua leisurely as he continued speaking.

Chen Hua continued:

"So, your hospital is just an empty reputation. In reality, it just makes patients spend money and doesn't provide any medical care at all!"

Fu Yang understood clearly.

"So, the purpose of your connecting with me today is to discredit and slander me and the hospital, right?"

Chen Hua didn't say anything.

He didn't expect that he would win the lucky bag on the first try.

Isn’t it said that the lucky bags in Fu Yang’s live broadcast room are hard to grab?

Fu Yang: "From your face, I can tell you've made a fortune recently. Who paid you to smear our family in a livestream room with over a hundred thousand people in attendance?"

Chen Hua was shocked.

I wondered how Fu Yang could even see this.

Is she that powerful?

Fu Yang continued:

"I guess it was the hospital where your father is being treated that asked you to come here, right?"

Chen Hua's expression did not change, but his heart was already beating fast.

No, this Fu Yang is too powerful!

He actually guessed it right on the first try!

Chen Hua pretended to be angry and said:

"I don't understand what you're saying! I'm not slandering you! My dad was actually treated in your hospital for a month, and you can't even tell me the truth? You're too overbearing!"

At this time, Fu Yang's fans were all defending her.

I know the hospital where Sister Yang works. Although it's a private hospital, its medical standards and team are renowned for their quality. It's definitely not a dishonest hospital.

"Yes, I've also been to Sister Yang's hospital for treatment. The doctors there are all very qualified, and they're very capable and responsible."

Dean Yan has a family medical background, yet there are still people who question him. I really laughed.

However, in addition to these fans, a wave of passers-by suddenly poured into Fu Yang's live broadcast room and began to speak along with what Chen Hua said.

How do you explain Chen Hua's father's condition? Why did he not get better after being treated at Yan's Hospital for so long, only to get much better after switching hospitals?

I've heard that many hospitals deliberately delay treating patients so they can make them spend more money.

We are all ordinary people. It is not easy to see a doctor. Sometimes the cost of a single surgery may use up all our savings.

Fu Yang looked at the comments and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Renxin Kangji Hospital, right? Looks like they're quite wealthy, having paid so much money to hire so many internet trolls to come to my livestream."

"But do you know that my live broadcast room has a talisman for creating bad karma? Those who talk nonsense, before you open your mouth, think carefully about whether you can bear the corresponding consequences."

Wu Changkang was watching the live broadcast behind the computer screen, his brows furrowed.

How did Fu Yang know about their Renxin Kangji Hospital!

Is she really that good at fortune telling?

No, we can’t let Fu Yang continue asking questions.

Fu Yang then looked at Chen Hua and said:

"If you really want to do this for your father's own good, take him home as soon as possible and stop letting him suffer."

Chen Hua’s first reaction was disbelief.

"Suffering? You said my dad is suffering! You don't know how good his condition is now. He eats at least three bowls of rice for every meal!"

Fu Yang curled his lips.

"Are you sure it's your dad who wants to eat three bowls of rice?"

"Alright, your dad can't be cured in this hospital. It's just wearing him down. You can see with your naked eyes that his condition is improving, but what's the reality? If you take your dad's medical records to a few more hospitals, you'll know how abnormal his condition is."