Lin Chen stood up and glanced at the doctor beside him, who had a ghastly complexion, then gave him a gentle pat.
The silver needle shot out from his body, and at that moment, the doctor was finally able to move.
"Kid, what kind of joke are you playing, letting the patient get out of bed, don't you know his tendons in his hands and feet are all severed?" the doctor said angrily as soon as he could speak.
"That's right, Mr. Lin, little Wu's hands and feet have been crippled, how could he possibly stand up?" Zhou Wei also showed displeasure on his face.
"I think this guy is a lunatic, really thinks he's a Divine Doctor, as if a mere touch could actually be effective," the onlookers discussed among themselves.
Listening to the surrounding discussions, a mocking smile appeared on the doctor's face: "I think we better call the psychiatric hospital quickly, this person definitely has a problem."
Lin Chen's gaze turned icy: "Do you want me to seal your mouth forever?"