Seeing Chu Qingyao quickly integrating into Lin Yumeng's team of beauties, many men present, especially those young singles, were envious and jealous of Peng Zhan, thinking that a successful man should live like Peng Zhan. Like this.
As for the result of this game, it doesn't seem that important anymore. Anyway, in his life before this, Peng Zhan was the big winner.
Of course, there are also singles who hope that Peng Zhan can be violently abused by Wen Ruyu, and that they will gain something but lose something, be successful in love but frustrated in other aspects, so that they may feel a little more balanced.
This is the mentality of those viewers who are looking for novelties. Even media people with extremely high professionalism can't help but let the camera stay on a few beauties for a long time.
And those self-media that rely on eyeballs to gain popularity are eager to put their cameras on the faces of beauties. Even so, their fans are not satisfied and ask them to lock their cameras on the beauties.
Unlike these lively spectators, the patients' family members shook their heads and sighed after seeing Peng Zhan. They originally thought that the person who could compete with Wen Ruyu must be a figure of the level of a miracle doctor.
When it comes to traditional Chinese medicine, what comes to everyone's mind is white hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, giving people a fairy-like and unearthly feeling. Even if this is not the case, at least it must have the style of Zhang Huatuo.
But now Peng Zhan is just a playboy living among women. Who dares to put his life and health in the hands of such a person?
"Professor Wen, you can't joke with the lives of our relatives!" A middle-aged woman protested loudly and excitedly.
"That is, although there is no cure for them, they should still have the most basic dignity and cannot be humiliated by such a playboy."
"I...if I can't be assigned to Professor Wen's group, just...please give me a rope and let me settle the matter on the spot." A patient lying on the hospital bed said in a very difficult tone.
Seeing that the patient and family members supported him overwhelmingly, Wen Ruyu was very proud. He waved to the patient's family and said loudly: "Everyone, please be patient. The groups are randomly drawn and it all depends on luck."
"I...if I am drawn by Peng Zhan, I am willing to pay 500,000 to exchange places with him." A family member of a patient said loudly.
Most of the families that can still hold on to hope after being declared incurable by the hospital have certain financial strength, but they have already been dragged to the edge of bankruptcy. After investing so much, they still want to give it a try.
"Who cares about your five hundred thousand? You can't even stay in the hospital for a month with that little money." Immediately, another patient's family member laughed loudly.
Before the lottery started, the patient's family members were already quarreling. In a word, they were unwilling to join Peng Zhan's group. They clasped their hands together and waited for the gears of fate to turn and finally settle in a good place.
After Chu Qingyao announced that the competition had officially begun, a staff member placed a large cardboard box at the front and shook it vigorously.
"There are two colors of ping pong balls in the box. The yellow one will be treated by Wen Ruyu, and the white one will be treated by Peng Zhan. The patient's family will draw the ball. The color of the ball will determine which group it will be assigned to." Chu Chu Qingyao's voice was very sweet, but the patients' families were in no mood to care about this.
They clasped their hands together and kept muttering: "Yellow, yellow."
At the front of the queue was a fat man. He was helping his father draw lots. When he was drawing lots, he was so nervous that sweat broke out from his forehead and his whole body began to tremble. His large clothes were soaked on his back.
After taking out the ball, he didn't dare to look at it directly. Instead, he held it tightly with both hands, just like a gambling king rubbing his cards, and kept rubbing the ball in his hands.
"Stop rubbing it and watch it quickly. It will be terrible if it turns white later." An audience member couldn't bear it anymore and reminded him loudly.
The big fat man's face suddenly turned pale with fright. He glared at the audience member who was shouting. If it was really white, he would definitely settle the score with that crow's mouth.
Then he put his hands in front of his eyes and slowly opened a crack in his hands. When he saw that it was yellow, he danced with excitement, picked up the sturdy staff member next to him, and ran around the table several times.
