At a wave from Mu Qiuyue, several young men in black rushed into the medical hall.
They didn't get physical, but a few threatening words were enough for the already anxious crowd waiting for treatment to pale. Some were angry, others resentful, but it only showed on their faces. Not a single person dared to speak up and, left with no choice, they could only depart with bitterness.
Suddenly, the spacious medical hall was empty.
Seeing this, Mu Qiuyue tilted her head back and sneered coldly. She then quickly covered her nose and mouth, surveying the crowd that had been forced out with extreme disgust. "What kind of people are these? Just looking at them is nauseating."
"How could a bunch of maggots be anything but disgusting?" Qiao Yun frowned, quickly taking out a bottle of perfume from her bag. She sprayed it in the air before taking several deep breaths, as if the mere presence of those people had contaminated the air.
Witnessing this, Chen Yang's brow furrowed slightly.
