C142 Pickled Pig Hand (2)

"Hello, please show your ID!"

There were soldiers guarding the front gate of the hospital. They came out with rifles in their hands, blocking Li Yan's path.

"He's mine!"

Because Qin Wutian was a lackey, he walked very slowly. After a while, he finally arrived, accompanied by a police platoon that had a population of around 30 or so. They were fully armed