"I'm not taking the call." Zhuang Shuqing pressed the reject button.
At this moment, Lu Jinyang looked at his rejected call, his eyes gradually emitting a layer of cold thin light.
He dialed another number, and before the other party could speak, he took the initiative: "Send some medicine to No.9 Mansion."
After speaking, he hung up the phone and drove away.
No.9 Mansion
He had just arrived in the VIP room, and the door opened behind him, admitting a man of the same age dressed in a white coat.
Lu Jinyang's eyes, like ancient ponds, glanced disdainfully at the white coat on him: "I asked you to deliver some medicine, and you come dressed like this to a bar? Aren't you afraid of being thrown out?"
Li Yan shrugged indifferently, "They all know I'm the Lu Family's physician, besides, who dares to meddle in the Lu Family's affairs?"
Having said that, he took out his tools from the medical box, gesturing to Lu Jinyang to expose the wound, then started to dress it.