Wen Rufeng glanced at her daughter-in-law with a look full of sarcasm. "Look at you... you think you can tell with the naked eye if it's real or fake? Do you know how many fake certifications there are now? Aren't those fake ones good enough to pass as real?"
An Ning didn't know how to respond. After all, her family owned a hospital. How could she not know if the staff was really from the blood center?
The woman drawing blood was the daughter of an old blood center doctor, someone she had known for a long time.
The phlebotomist from the blood center was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Ms. Wen, after all, I'm also a long-time resident of City B, and I've been working at the blood center for many years. If we had any dealings, you'd know I work there. If you don't believe it, you can call the blood center's management or customer service to check if we're genuine."
