Under Wei Song's lead, several cars twisted and turned through the streets until they finally found a clinic that was still open.
A group of guys stormed in, startling the doctor on duty.
"What's going on with you all? I can't handle serious injuries here! If it's serious, you'd better go straight to the city hospital!"
Zhang Yang grinned: "No worries, it looks bloody, but it's not our blood! We just have a few minor cuts and some bruises. Just need a simple check and treatment!"
Hearing Zhang Yang's words, the doctor finally relaxed a little: "Alright then, who's the most serious? One at a time, I'll give you a simple treatment!"
Zhang Yang didn't move, gesturing with his chin at the War God, Wang Yan: "Hey Yan, you first!"
Wang Yan didn't hold back either, nodded and followed the doctor to the nearby operating table.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Yan took off his blood-stained battle robe, revealing a not-so-bulky but well-defined upper body.
