Li Chengyuan's eyes suddenly turned cold as he took a step forward.
Bang!
"Ouch!" The short guy cried out loudly in pain, urgently pulling his left hand out of his pants pocket to cover his nose. Meanwhile, his right hand felt completely useless—it hurt so much he frantically shook it.
The sudden scene made Li Chengyuan stop in his tracks midway, his eyes showing the same shock as the short guy's.
"Who—who—who did that?" The short guy shouted, as he couldn't see what had just happened to him.
His companion, lying on the treatment bed, had seen everything. His wide, shocked eyes stared at the young female doctor, Xie Wanying, and his body trembled involuntarily. This—this—this? He wasn't seeing things; it was real. This female doctor was like a female King Kong, her movements lightning-fast, her strength comparable to a boxing champion. With a single strike, she almost crippled his companion's groping hand and possibly fractured his companion's nasal bridge.
Heavy breathing.
