Several martial arts disciples who were protecting the medical center approached angrily, but were swept away by the dull old man beside him.

"Son of a bitch!"

Ye Fan subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but Su Xier hurriedly held him back:

"Ye Fan, don't be impulsive."

"This is a medical clinic. If you fight, you will lose your own things, and the patients will be scared away."

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

Ye Fan took a long breath after hearing this. He didn't care if Jin Zhilin lost him, he was just afraid of accidentally hurting an innocent patient.

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 holding an umbrella and prepared to go around to the other side.

When he turned around, the dull old man's eyelids twitched, and a figure appeared in his field of vision.

In Jin Zhilin's attic, Ye Wujiu was holding a white cigarette and blowing out a puff of thick smoke.
Chapter completed!