Brother Tiger grew more and more enthusiastic with every kick.
This old bastard still dared to strike at him? That punch just now had been no joke.
After more than twenty consecutive kicks, Old He had been frightened into tears.
Seeing that it was about enough.
Ye Qiu finally rushed over and shouted, "What are you doing? Who allowed you to bully the Dragon-Subduing Celestial Venerable?"
He went up, snatched the syringe, and smashed it onto the floor. Then, putting on a show, he punched Brother Tiger to the ground.
After that little performance, Brother Tiger and the nurse were quickly driven out of the ward by him.
After driving the three of them away.
Ye Qiu finally patted the dust off Old He's back with a kindly expression and said.
"It's all right now, Dragon-Subduing Celestial Venerable. I've driven those bad people away."
"I don't want an injection."
"No injection. I already smashed the syringe. We won't get injections anymore."
Hearing that he would not need injections anymore.
Old He finally stopped crying and smiled. He turned to look at the broken syringe on the floor, clapped his hands, and shouted, "Good, no injections is good!"
"Don't worry. With me protecting you, no one will ever make you get an injection."
Ye Qiu smiled and patted his chest as he promised.
"Good, good, good. You really are a good person. If it weren't for you, I'd have been dead for sure today. I was so scared just now that I shit myself."
Old He looked at Ye Qiu with a face full of gratitude.
Ye Qiu froze for a moment before catching a foul smell wafting off the old man.
He immediately circled behind him and took a look.
Only to discover that the old man really had shit