The people in the slum had a bone-deep trust in Chen Yu.
They did not say much, immediately escorting Chen Yu out of the slum.
An elderly man in a white lab coat, megaphone in hand, was shouting hoarsely there.
The patrol team that had been surrounding the area had already been brought under control by the Medical Association.
It seemed the Medical Association's influence was not small, actually having a squad of pure-born superpower users in their hands.
Their power was very pure, beyond what those patrol members could match.
Chen Yu slightly adjusted his breathing, coming to a halt in front of Huang Qingyang.
"Are you the president of the Medical Association here?"
Huang Qingyang coughed twice, excitedly stepping forward to grasp Chen Yu's hand.
"Finally found you, I had some business yesterday, was not at the hospital, and missed out on meeting a divine doctor like yourself."
Chen Yu was suddenly frightened, Huang Qingyang seemed excessively excited.
