Originally, he only wanted to keep a low profile as a Central Dispatcher, but he ended up taking action...
For some reason, seeing Hu Dazhi's face, especially when he was trying to sneak an attack, his anger surged. Before he knew it, the bottle had already left his hand.
Meng Lang knew that he was not "fighting alone" just now...
Impulse is the devil!
Does this qualify as doctors who can't heal themselves?
Last time it was a lifesaving grace, this time it was a grudge for a broken leg.
It's said that if you owe a favor, you repay it, and if you hold a grudge, you avenge it.
As the person involved, I really didn't have much of an opinion.
But even if it's a public place, couldn't you knock before entering, showing a little basic respect for my body?
Alas! This unavoidable, time-transcending love and hate...
While I sighed, the battle before my eyes had pretty much ended.
