"Brother!"
Song Yan rushed out of the room and saw Song Jie lying on the ground, fresh blood gushing forth from his mouth in great spurts.
Luo Changsheng had already squatted beside Song Jie and begun rendering emergency aid.
Meanwhile, Song Qingshan was glaring furiously at a middle-aged powerhouse standing before him.
Beside the middle-aged powerhouse was a young man, about thirty years old.
The young man's right arm was in a plaster cast, clearly indicating his arm had been broken.
At this time, Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Yiren, having heard the commotion, hurried over and inhaled sharply when they saw the terrible state of Song Jie.
"Huang Junxiang!"
Dongfang Yiren recognized the identity of the young man. It was the profligate son of a wealthy family who had clashed with them at the Premium Auction House and whom Song Jie had disabled in one punch, breaking his arm.
"You've got some nerve, causing trouble in the National Medical Hall!"
