Han Yongbao was also stunned; he had not expected someone to block his slap.
At that moment, Han Yongbao turned his head to stare at Zhan Yun beside him, then, with a look of disgust, he roared in a commanding tone, "Get lost!"
After the roar, Han Yongbao forcefully tried to shake Zhan Yun off.
But in the next instant, he was stunned. As he swung his hand in anger, he found to his surprise that his wrist felt as if it was clamped by a tiger's jaw—Zhan Yun's hand hadn't moved a bit!
Even more, Zhan Yun's grip on Han Yongbao's hand increased in strength, causing Han Yongbao to feel a sharp pain in his wrist!
At this moment, Han Yongbao's expression changed. Looking at Zhan Yun, he felt a surge of shock: How strange, how could he be so strong! Wasn't it said that he was a useless person? How could he be this formidable!
You should know that Han Yongbao was famously known as a ferocious fighter, capable of taking down three to five ordinary men in a fight.
Yet now, his hand was gripped so sorely that he couldn't help but feel astonished.
Even though Han Yongbao appeared to be incredibly irascible on the surface, his mind was exceedingly delicate; he was far from being a hot-headed brute.
He had heard people say that Zhan Yun was a good-for-nothing, weak as a kitten, unable to lift even a fifty-pound load on a regular day, weaker than even a woman, which was why the Feng Family treated Zhan Yun with utter disdain and humiliation.
But now... how could such a person be a good-for-nothing!
Han Yongbao immediately did away with his contempt, yet he still asked impatiently, "What are you here for?"
Seeing Han Yongbao was no longer violent, Zhan Yun let go of his wrist, then spoke in a neither humble nor haughty tone, "Doctor Xia Qu wanted me to help, so I came."
Han Yongbao said nothing but turned to look at Han Yonghua and Han Yongtao.
The second brother, Han Yonghua, had a cold expression, "Just you? A son-in-law from a second-rate family, you dare to boast shamelessly that you can help?"
The eldest brother, Han Yongtao, also had a gloomy face, "If you really had any skills, would you have to demean yourself so much just to become a son-in-law?"
The hospital director, seeing the situation turning unfavorable, immediately yelled at Xia Qu, "Xia Qu, have you lost your mind? Quickly kick Zhan Yun out for me! Someone who's the joke of Peiyang City, what right does he have to stand here, get him out already!"
Lin Guosheng was even more prompt; he quickly stepped to the door, pointed at Zhan Yun's nose, and cursed, "Get lost, don't you know your place? This is a VIP ward, if you want to pull a scam for your daughter, this isn't the way to do it!"
Zhan Yun knew that this Director Lin was the one trying to frame Xia Qu, and now dared to point at his nose. Zhan Yun immediately reached out and grabbed Director Lin's finger.
Then, Zhan Yun forcefully bent it upwards, causing Director Lin to cry out in pain. With a thud, he knelt on the ground, screaming loudly, "Ow, let go, let go, security, security..."
The entire sickroom suddenly fell silent; no one expected the one always considered a good-for-nothing, Zhan Yun, to be so ruthless.
In everyone's eyes, Zhan Yun no longer seemed like a good-for-nothing, but rather like a sword unleashed from its scabbard!
Everyone was subdued by Zhan Yun's aura.
And holding An'an in his arms, she seemed to sense some powerful aura from Zhan Yun and stopped crying. She burrowed her head forcefully into Zhan Yun's embrace, reveling in the hard-won sense of security.
Zhan Yun didn't indulge in too much talk. With a gentle flick of his hand, he tossed Director Lin to the side.
Then, pointing at the elder lying on the bed, he spoke in a very cold tone, "Choose between his life and the face of the Han Family, make your choice!"