As a foreign medical team, they still understood some Chinese, so they naturally understood Ye Haochuan's words.
"Ignore him, inject!" One of the foreigners, evidently their leader, barked at the other three.
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At this moment, Ye Haochuan was feeling down, but suddenly a few gorgeous nurses revealed their long, snow-white legs. His eyes lit up, and he feasted on the sight, his frustrations instantly dissipating like smoke.
With his troubles gone, Ye Haochuan strode toward the hospital entrance. A few minutes later, he was about to leave the hospital, but just as he reached a corner, an old man rushed by and collided with him.
"Ouch!"
As an Ancient Martial Artist, Ye Haochuan's physique was sturdy. The old man crashing into him was like hitting a steel plate. He fell to the ground instantly, letting out a painful grunt.
"Sorry about that, sir. Are you okay?" Ye Haochuan quickly helped the old man up.
