60 Eating sh*t on livestream

"This is stomach cancer."

Someone casually said and that sentence made Zhao Zhongyang cry even harder.

"Master, please save me…" *sobbing sound* Zhao Zhongyang's cries filled the room and everyone felt sorry for him.

"I'm a fortune-teller, not a doctor. You need to consult a doctor for your condition." Lin Fan helplessly said.

The surrounding crowd tried to explain to him so as to console him. "Youngster, go look for a doctor. Master is a fortune-teller. What you did two days ago was wrong. Master reminded you out of goodwill and you only gave him a dollar."

"Yeah, this type of illness can't be detected until the mid to late stages. Furthermore, you can't feel it even if you have it. You should really thank Master."

Those that knew what had happened two days ago believed in Master Lin even more.