Chu Yang heard the voice and looked toward the speaker; it was actually Ye Zhen.
"Old Ye, you're here too?"
Ye Zhen approached Chu Yang: "Yes! Yes! I've been here for a week already."
Chu Yang glanced at the other people in white coats: "Old Ye, who are they?"
Ye Zhen replied: "They're like me, all doctors and physicians. Some of them arrived even before me, others came with me."
As Chu Yang listened to Ye Zhen, he increasingly felt that this matter was out of the ordinary, and his expression grew grave.
Ye Zhen pointed to a robust-looking man in his seventies and said, "This is the Huaxia Divine Doctor Jiang Quan. He's been here for a month."
Jiang Quan's indifferent gaze briefly flicked to Chu Yang: "Chu Yang, I know you."
"My disciple, Li Changhong, lost to you and ultimately died at your hands."
Chu Yang gave Jiang Quan a cursory glance and said nothing.
Ye Zhen continued to introduce Chu Yang to some of the others.