Actually, Master Tianlun knew from the start that he couldn't treat this illness at all. But for the hefty reward, he chose to bluff and pretend otherwise.
Master Tianlun had been thinking about how to shift the blame, and Lin Chen's arrival conveniently gave him the perfect scapegoat.
Lin Chen looked at Master Tianlun's shameless demeanor and couldn't help but laugh: "Master Tianlun, you're truly unmatched in the art of being despicable. Clearly, it's your own poor medical skills at fault, yet you still try to pin the blame on others."
Master Tianlun snorted coldly: "Boy, it's all because of you that my treatment earlier went to waste, and now you dare to act innocent."
"Exactly! Just now, Cousin Tian Li's condition had already stabilized, but this bastard ruined everything by pulling out the silver needles, leading to what we see now." Tian Ci said angrily.
Lin Chen's gaze turned icy as he walked up to Tian Ci and slapped him hard across the face—twice, one on each side.
