The medical team waiting outside was struck by lightning; the eyes of several top experts were filled with horror.
The black Zhongshan suit elder who suddenly appeared before them had penetrated the solid wooden door with his flesh and blood!
The ground was covered with shattered wood chips, barely an inch from the chief physician's foot.
Lu Xuan's thin right arm remained motionless, the oppressive atmosphere around him causing the air in the corridor to freeze.
What kind of aura was this?
As if the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks manifested before them, with the Yangtze River surging alongside, making their knees weak, almost compelling these doctors to worship.
From afar, a young nurse saw this, dropping the tray with a clang, scattering medical instruments everywhere.
She had already fallen to her knees, her forehead touching the cold marble floor, trembling like a leaf.
