When Yang Yan returned to the clinic, a crowd had already gathered outside the door.
Judging by their attire, these people were likely Chinese like Yang Yan, from Huaxia.
"Can someone tell me what's going on? What are you guys doing surrounding my clinic?"
As Yang Yan pushed past the people standing outside the door and walked inside, he raised his voice slightly and asked.
"Who the hell are you?"
As Yang Yan entered the clinic, someone blocked his way and asked with an unfriendly expression.
"Who am I? You gather such a big crowd outside my clinic door, and you're asking who I am? Are you some kind of clown invited by a monkey?"
Yang Yan looked at the man in front of him and said unceremoniously.
Standing before Yang Yan was a Chinese man in a white suit.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, but instead of appearing genteel, he seemed rather sleazy.
"Enough, Chao Liang, don't be rude."
Behind the man, there was an elderly person with white hair sitting there.
