The bodyguard let out a wail as his body was smashed to the ground by the chair.
Everyone was startled by this unexpected event and all turned their heads to look at the entrance of the treatment room.
A girl dressed in a moonlight-white dress, like a frost-tipped lotus, walked in slowly.
"Little Sister Qi!"
Joy appeared in the eyes of the employees.
Ruan Qi's gaze swept over the room.
By then, the treatment room was in complete disarray.
All sorts of medical instruments were scattered on the floor.
In the corner, Nie Heng, clutching his abdomen, was supported in the arms of an employee. The always sunny and handsome youth now had a pale face with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Ruan Qi saw the blood on Nie Heng's mouth, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Who hit him?"
The girl's voice was still soft, yet it carried the coldness of a blizzard, chilling to the core.
Everyone shivered in unison.
