The old doctor's gaze shifted to the group, feeling somewhat puzzled inside.
Actually, the doctors and nurses behind him felt the same way.
After all, the combination of police, a Daoist, a monk, and a young man—who wouldn't find it a bit unbelievable?
Has this society, with its police and young people, become superstitious?
But seeing their anxious expressions, the old doctor sighed again, "Who among you is Zhou Yan's relative?"
What he didn't expect was that the only young man with a calm face among the five stepped forward, "I am!"
Seeing no reaction from the others, and with police present, the old doctor believed Lin Xi was Zhou Yan's relative.
He was about to say "You need to be prepared" once more, but saw the young man walk past him into the ward.
"..." The old doctor and the doctors and nurses behind him were stunned—what was this situation?
Does this young man not want to hear about Zhou Yan's injuries?
And seriously, where are your manners!
