"Dr. Lin, it's bad, there's been an incident..." someone recognized Lin Feng and urgently warned.
"Yes, yes, those thugs are back!" another remembered the incident from a few days ago.
Lin Feng and Qin Ruoyun exchanged a glance and quickly walked inside. The courtyard was also filled with people seeking medical treatment. On the open ground, a young man was lying down—it was the tattooed youth, Brother Hu, with his two companions charging towards Lu Yuxin and Han Muhe, looking indignant.
"You are a bunch of quacks. All of you are charlatans. Our Brother Hu used your medicine, and his leg turned red and swollen; he cannot walk anymore!" the young man shouted at the top of his lungs.
The audience around them pointed and whispered.
"Oh dear, it looks terrifying, swollen like an elephant's leg."
"Could it be crippled?"
"Could Dr. Lin have really used the wrong medication?"
