Several Wu Meng children from the clinic protected the doctor approached angrily, but were swept over by the dull old man beside him.

"Son of a bitch!"

Ye Fan subconsciously wanted to rush forward, and Su Xier hurriedly grabbed him:

"Ye Fan, don't be impulsive."

"This is a clinic, and what you lose when fighting is your own things, and it will scare the patient away."

She could see that Ye Fan seemed to have suffered a loss in the battle just now, and was worried that he would cause harm when he rushed forward, so she hurriedly used the patient to stop Ye Fan.

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath when he heard this. He didn't care about Jin Zhilin's losses, but he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt innocent patients.

And he needs some time to figure out what happened to his left hand.

At this time, Takeda Hideyoshi had already gotten into the car, and the dull old man reached out to close the door for him.

Then he slowly turned around with an umbrella and prepared to go around to the other side.

As his body turned, the dull old man's eyelids twitched, and there was a figure in his vision.

In Jin Zhilin's attic, Ye Wujiu was pinching the white sand smoke and vomiting out a mouthful of smoke.

The smoke was flying, blurring his face, but it made the dull old man feel a huge ferocity inexplicably...
Chapter completed!