Lin Ziyan struggled immediately, but was pressed so hard that his face turned pale and the veins on his forehead bulged out.
Superpowers...how can't I resist this force?
Also, he found that this man... it seemed like any supernatural powers were useless!
Duan Xiaolin said: "It doesn't matter whether I'm qualified or not..."
He paused deliberately, then smiled faintly, but inexplicably, it was a bit creepy: "As long as I can make sure that you and the Lin family can never get back on your feet, that's enough."
Lin Ziyan's eyelids twitched.
When I came to my senses, the car had already driven away.
Ma Mengjia came over in the rain and saw that he looked uneasy. She quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Ziyan's face was not good. He grabbed her and asked, "What's the origin of that man? Tell me!"
Ma Mengjia was stunned, her mind seemed to be stuck, "Why are you so fierce? What's wrong..."
"Hurry up and tell me!"
Tears kept welling up in her eyes.
Under Lin Ziyan's questioning, he told him what had happened in the village in a disjointed manner.
After listening to this, Lin Ziyan suddenly laughed out loud.
“Hahahaha…hahahaha…” He thought he was some important figure, but it turned out to be just a businessman.
In the apocalypse, merchants have a lower status than refugees.
Ma Mengjia was a little frightened by him: "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you? What did Brother Duan say to you just now?"
"None of your business." Lin Ziyan turned and walked into the restaurant. "I want to see who will be unable to get up first, him or me."
Half an hour later, Pei Xiqing touched the forehead of the little girl on the hospital bed. Her temperature had dropped a little, but the child was still in very bad condition, her face as pale as paper. However, she had received timely treatment.
She breathed a sigh of relief, covered the child with a blanket, and turned to leave the ward.
The wards in the hospital were all crowded, but when they came over, there were still a few children's rooms here.
Standing in the corridor, you can even see the crowded scene in the building not far away.
Many people became ill in varying degrees as a result of the storm.
It seems this storm brings more than just cold.
The hospital was also in a state of panic and it was difficult to spare staff, but the pediatric department was surprisingly relatively idle.
She looked around the corridor and asked Shadow, "Where's Brother Duan?"
Shadow stood up and said, "He's going to take care of something and will be back soon. Do you want me to take you back first?"
"No need. I'll wait for him here and get something to eat for the child." The child looked not even ten years old, with scars all over his body. It was likely that he had encountered an extreme apocalypse within a few days of his birth, and was forced to wander and was abandoned.
Shadow stopped her and said, "Brother Duan seems to have gone out to get something to eat. He will be back soon."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Well... let's go ahead. I'll go ask about the follow-up treatment. Remember to tell me when Brother Duan comes back."
Shadow nodded.
When she arrived at the doctor's office, Shadow couldn't help but clench his fists, and the bones at his fingertips made a crackling sound. He looked towards the back corner of the hospital - the ground was covered with blood, which was constantly washed away by the rain, and the blood kept flowing out, with no way to stop it.
The blood formed a winding path. Looking upwards, several men were being dragged out by the masked figure of Franlon.
Shadow twitched the corners of his lips.
He really didn't know whether to say that Lin Ziyan was stupid or feel sorry for the Lin family.
They even dared to send someone to follow him. Did they really think Franlun was someone they could mess with?
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