Within moments, the clinic resonated with a cacophony of noise. Right then, the patients who had just squeezed out of the crowd hadn't left yet, and were still outside the door. They clearly saw that a fight had broken out inside, and thought to themselves that this was bad news—for even if he wasn't a Divine Doctor, at least half of one's life would be forfeited here!
Immediately after, one by one, people inside were thrown out of the building, as though in the blink of an eye, seven or eight out of a dozen had already been tossed out!
The patients were all dumbfounded. What on earth was happening?
Inside the room, those who remained all lay on the ground, with the exception of the frail patient who was still standing where he was – he even had a stick in his hand that Zhao Yang had given him during the scuffle to help him stand up: a crutch.
As he leaned on the stick and looked at everyone collapsed around him, his legs shook uncontrollably!
