The atmosphere in the ward was explosive, tense and ready to snap at any moment.
Only two people remained motionless, Gu Shaocheng and Hua Hua.
Crimson Shadow stared intently at Little Yan's actions, stepping forward: "Boss Yan, please put down the gun!"
"And who might you be?" Little Yan looked over, staring at Crimson Shadow.
"Boss Yan, no one wants to see such an accident happen. Please calm down, Boss Ling is out of danger, but confrontation in the ward is not good for the patient's rest."
Little Yan's face was as calm as water, suppressing his temper from erupting, sweeping his gaze over the person lying like a corpse on the hospital bed, his brows deeply furrowed.
"Yo, isn't this Boss Yan? What's going on here? Come on, come on, everyone put your guns down, let's talk it out, no need to hurt the harmony." Suddenly, someone walked in at the door, Nan Baihao walked in with a smile, and said to his men: "Put your guns down, and see who this is, no rules, no manners!"
