"Fuck!"
Li Xinghe was stunned. He had never been so humiliated in his entire life. Even He Yongkun and his son were utterly dumbfounded. They knew Chen Xiaobei was audacious, but this was too much, wasn't it? That was Li Xinghe, the underground boss of Songshan!
Could anyone cross him and still expect to live a good life? And more critically, what about my daughter's condition?
Thinking of this, He Yongkun grew desperate. He quickly rushed to block Chen Xiaobei's path, pleading, "Doctor Chen, please wait! You must save my daughter!"
"Yes, Doctor Chen, please save my sister," He Lisan added, looking as if he were about to kneel.
But Chen Xiaobei completely ignored him, snorting, "Magistrate He, I already told you that the Cold Ice Divine Needle was useless for your daughter. Yet Li Xinghe insisted on showing off and treating her anyway, didn't he? Now Miss He is on the verge of death, and you expect me to clean up his mess? I'm not some bootlicker. Why should I?"
