"Hmph! I don't care who you are, you need to apologize to me immediately for what you just said!"
The silver-haired old Chinese medicine doctor snorted disdainfully.
"Shut up immediately!"
Zhang Xiaofan's voice roared like a dragon's chant, his gaze holding the endless abyss.
Upon receiving Zhang Xiaofan's glance, the silver-haired old Chinese medicine doctor subconsciously took two steps back.
His heart rate accelerated, and his back felt a chill.
The sensation was as if he had encountered the envoy of the abyss, pervading his entire being.
He wanted to speak again, but a kind of fear sapped his courage.
As a former special forces operative, Zhou Peng felt a terrifying aura emanating from Zhang Xiaofan at this moment.
That gaze was like the Grim Reaper on the battlefield.
Even he felt a near-death threat, too terrifying for words.
"Ting Ting, Big Peng, I need to treat Peishan sister, you two go outside for a bit."
"Okay."
"Alright."
