"Who are you?"
The doctor in the white coat turned his head to look at the newcomer, scrutinizing him before asking coldly.
"As a doctor, you argue with the patient's family and even lay hands on them. Where has your medical ethics gone?"
Li Yang walked over sternly, letting Fang Xiaoqing go first to help the woman up and comfort her. He then pointed at the doctor in the white coat and reprimanded him.
"Heh, here comes a busybody. What right do you have to say I lack medical ethics? Are you my superior? Or are you the dean of this hospital? I advise you to mind your own business, or you won't be able to leave the hospital on your own two feet," the doctor in the white coat said coldly.
"Such big talk! To have a scumbag like you in the hospital..."
At this moment, nearly one hundred and fifty diamond-like blue diamonds were arranged in a peculiar formation within the vortex. This was not intentionally orchestrated by Suo Jia, but rather formed naturally. It appeared bizarre, yet it held a profound and mysterious logic, resembling a nebula from the outside.
"Roar!" A massive roar echoed. Nie Cheng and Shui Bi were on full alert. Although they knew it was futile, they had to fight with all their might. In the face of a Martial God-level demonic beast, the chances of survival were zero, but they still held hope, perhaps they could awaken the Fire Qilin's consciousness.
"Brother Zhiheng, Grandpa wants to see her. Can you go and bring her here?" Xiao Zihan said with tear-filled eyes.
Fan Lao's fiery red domain had dimmed considerably, yet it continued to engulf and incinerate, killing far more enemies than Lin Shu.
Nodding firmly, Ni Ke supported Suo Jia's viewpoint. For Ni Ke, such a treacherous and cunning person should have been eliminated back then; leaving him alive would undoubtedly lead to future trouble.
Ling Wei placed the bracelet on her wrist, looking at it from left to right with a very happy expression. However, after a while, Ling Wei's face darkened again.
A dog's bark shattered the longed-for peace and tranquility. The middle-aged man, worthy of being a highly skilled Paladin, grabbed the spear beside him.
"Wind Sweeps the Tower's Remnants." "Sun-Eating Sword Art." The strongest moves were unleashed, energy surging. Although their combined power was not as great as before, it was not far off, as the broken sword was much stronger than before.
This time, the soldiers couldn't wait for the captain to repeat the command; the arrows were already flying with a whistling sound.
Upon reaching the Immortal Boat, Liu Nanrong once again performed a hand seal. After the Immortal Boat transformed into a behemoth approximately fifteen feet long and over ten feet wide, he took Yue Zhiyao's hand and stepped inside.
These spells, unleashed by a large number of spellcasters working in unison, could kill even Divine Race warriors, let alone dragons whose legendary-level strength and physical resilience were inferior to that of Divine Race warriors.
However, the fuse for the matter was lit at the Year Festival competition, where Mother Bai, in front of the clan members, rejected Bai Lingcheng's challenge on his behalf.
Because when the two unleashed their moves, they couldn't help but infuse their fists or legs with true qi, making every strike incredibly powerful.
On the way, Wei Qianli had already met Bai Xiu. Wei Qianli expressed his admiration for Bai Xiu, which made Bai Xiu feel somewhat flattered.
That palm strike was devoid of affection and emotion, yet he could sense that she was still hesitant, her eyes filled with sorrow and grievance, as if she were misunderstood.
Do you know how impolite it is to openly call someone pig-like without any reservation? Do you know how that would make them feel? You could leave them with psychological trauma, you know?
"Eat up, Auntie bought a lot." Seeing the water in Zhang Qiang's hand had been drunk, Lin Yaoyang simply smiled. They were all the same; how could he be thirsty and hungry while Zhang Qiang wasn't? Most importantly, they had their money and phones confiscated right in front of each other.
Upon seeing this, Bai Shaomo quickly cast several hand seals at the twelve long swords. The swords, as if possessing sentience, rapidly slashed towards the golden shield.
Chen Junrong's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, yet it was steady, making it impossible for Du Yuesheng to fathom her thoughts. Qing Da retreated, and Du Yuesheng took a deep breath. This matter was inevitable sooner or later. Since it couldn't be avoided, why was he still hesitating?