chapter 193 This slap in the face is worth the loss of blood

"Hey, is it just a dislocated jaw?"

Bai Changfeng was stunned on the spot, his old face as white as a sheet of paper, bloodless.

Dislocated jaw?

"You can smash all the equipment in your hospital and sell them for scrap. By the way, you are the director of the waste recycling station. Stop being the director of the hospital. You are too rubbish."

Ishmael Kearns glanced at Bai Changfeng with utter mockery.

If he simply looked down on himself, Ishmael...