A team of people entered, dressed in white clothes.
Chen Kui'an grabbed one of them. The kid looked at most thirteen or fourteen years old, very short, and looked extremely thin. Especially wearing that white coat, it made him look even more like a thin piece of paper.
However, judging by the expression on his face, he was serious and focused, with a bit of the aura of heading to an execution ground.
"Little brother, I just wanted to ask what you're doing inside, is this a treatment facility?"
Ye Jiu glanced at Chen Kui'an, "Uncle, this isn't a treatment facility, it's a clinic."
"What does a clinic do? I just saw many wounded being carried in, but now there's no sound."
Chen Kui'an actually wanted to ask whether this clinic was like what he imagined, a crematorium that directly disposed of the wounded.
