"Okay, thank you very much."
Bunil nodded and left with his men.
Fang Ping thought about how efficient they were when he heard the therapist's voice coming from the room. "Who sent these two people here?"
Fang Ping quickly ran in. "It's me."
The therapist was a woman in her forties. She had a plump figure and small eyes on both sides of her tall nose bridge.
She sized up Qing Niao and Andre for a while, then lifted his clothes to take a look. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
"These two people are not easy to deal with. This one here has recovery characteristics. His bones are stuck in his body and have to be cut open bit by bit. This one is seriously injured and has many fractures. He needs to use many healing techniques."
She stared at Fang Ping. "You guys came in with Young Master Chen Long, right? That Fang Ping's team?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Can you treat them first?"
