The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 2077

5 p.m. the next day.

The doctor at the clinic looked worriedly at the man before him, and he felt powerless for the first time.

“Does it hurt here?”

“It hurts like hell.”

“What about here?”

“Ahhh! Don’t touch it, bastard. It hurts!”

The doctor, who suffered another slap from the patient, felt for the first time that what Sean had taught him was useless. The patient before him was too difficult.

“How about this?” The doctor chuckled awkwardly at the patient. “I’ll get Dr. Lennon and ask him to diagnose you.”

Hearing this, the man in front of the doctor immediately lost his temper.

you’re a f*cking doctor? What on earth are you doing?

troubled and was about to answer the man when

the chair and was about to swing

was horrified at the

you? Didn’t you say you didn’t have any strength? How can you

the chair

dodge. He instinctively held his head to avoid a concussion

crucial moment, a tall figure appeared

swoosh, the chair hit the man’s arm and

of wood fell, the doctor took a

“Dr. Lennon!”

slowly and glanced at the man

aren’t here for medical treatment. Tell everyone to back off so they

soon as Sean said that, the “patient” in front of Sean picked up a

easy on him. He flipped something on the ground with his toe, and a wooden chair leg left intact fell into his

the

a thump, the man with a bleeding head fell onto the