His face was very ugly, and when he touched his empty pockets, he was even more angry, and when he looked at each other, he hung his head again.

They're obviously a little rich, but as a result...

"Boss, my stomach still hurts a lot, I think we must have internal injuries."

A thug spoke.

When the others heard this, they hurriedly nodded.

"I also think that we must be internal injuries, otherwise how could it be so painful, that girl is too evil."

"Why don't we go to the hospital for a check-up and accuse her then?"

"This is good, boss, let's go, we can't cheapen her, ouch."

The person who spoke accidentally touched the wound, and the pain was shivering.

Strange to say, when they were at the police station, they kept yelling about pain, but they really didn't feel much pain.

Although the pain has not disappeared, it is not as obvious as the pain after coming out.

The gangster boss glanced at everyone and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go and check, and then we will settle the account." ”

This breath is too aggrieved to swallow.

It's just that reality takes their eyes out of the window.

Looking at the results of the two lists, except for staying up late, irregular work and rest, and eating problems, the body is relatively weak and mild stomach problems caused by eating problems, there is no problem.

I can't react at all, how can this be?

They are still in pain now, how can they be okay?

Hurriedly grabbed the doctor who was treating him.

"Doctor, my stomach really hurts, how can it be okay."

"And me, my hand feels like it's going to break when I move."

"Me too, you are not quacks, we are all injured."

Originally, when this group of people shouted about pain for a preliminary diagnosis, the doctor decided that there was no problem, and they either didn't listen and had to do an examination.

Now that they have been checked out, it has been proved that there is no problem, and they are even called quacks.

I'm so angry.

"We don't accept troublemakers here, leave quickly, don't delay the patients behind."

"Yes, if you don't leave, we'll call the security guards."

A group of thugs were blasted out of the hospital and sat at the gate of the hospital, their faces full of confusion.

Touching the painful places on his body, holding the checklist, the unknown people who walked around thought they had some terminal illness, and couldn't help but sympathize.

Some are even more curious probes to see what the disease is.

As a result, when I saw that there was no problem written on the list, I was speechless.

I'm not sick at all, but I look like I'm going to die, what kind of trouble are you going to make?

Waste their expressions.

Some young people couldn't hold back and quietly took photos and posted them on the Internet.

I thought it was just a trivial matter, but I didn't expect it to be unexpectedly popular.

Several people gathered at the entrance of the hospital at a glance, still looking terminally ill, and holding a checklist in their hands, even if the people who threw the photos said that they were okay at all.

But it still can't stop everyone's curiosity.

There's nothing wrong with it, but it's like this, why?

There must be something greasy.

When Master Luo saw this group of unlucky people, it was already night.

She was going to see Zheng Lao, who woke up.

"Xiao Luo is here, Elder Zheng, this is Master Luo who sent you to the hospital and saved you."

Dean Li knew the other party's name when he asked him to contact his daughter after Zheng Lao woke up.

They may not pay attention to calligraphy, but they have more or less heard the name, and when they think about it, they understand the identity of the other party.

A little more inquiry confirmed it.