Looking into Bai Zhi'er's bright black eyes, they were focused entirely on Fang Wushen.
Feng Fuce pressed his thumb to his forehead, leaning against the chair, and said coldly, "I'm about to get angry to death."
Having said that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
To prevent himself from impulsively slaughtering Fang Wushen right there.
Bai Zhi'er saw him close his eyes and was so scared that the little guy quickly hopped in front of Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, you can't die! Grandpa Doctor, you should come take a look at him! He's about to die, boohoo."
Fang Wushen, not to be outdone, exclaimed in pain.
"My arm, my fingers, they're all numb and senseless!"
Bai Zhi'er's little face was frightened: "So serious? Oh no, Brother Wuxi's going to be crippled too!"
The old doctor darted left and ran right.
Finally, he couldn't take it any longer.
"Enough!" The old man waved his hands, indicating helplessness and annoyance.
