Hearing the words of Gui Yeshua, the old doctor was taken aback, then shook his head with a bitter smile:
"Young Master Ye Sha, not to mention three days, even in three months, you won't be able to get out of bed and walk! Your injuries this time are too severe, being alive already calls for gratefulness to heaven and earth!"
The old doctor's words caused a hint of fierce light to flash across Gui Yeshua's face. Immediately, he pulled a handgun from under his pillow and pulled the trigger at the old doctor in an instant!
Bang!
This scene was so sudden that the old doctor didn't even have time to react before his head was blown off!
Watching the old doctor's body fall straight to the ground, eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness, Stan Wang on the other side of the hospital bed trembled, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead!
"Hmph! A useless thing that can't even cure a disease, what's the use of keeping him!"
