The guy who had just pressed the automatic rolling door button was now trembling all over, foaming at the mouth; he was clearly electrocuted.
"You, bastard."
Seeing his companion convulsing on the ground, the black man swung a punch at Yang Yan.
"Stop! This doctor is a guest invited by the boss. You guys are being way too rude."
At the critical mont, another man ca over.
Like the others, this man was also wearing a black suit.
However, with sharp features and a unique aura, he appeared more refined than the others.
Especially with a pair of ticulously crafted gold-rimd glasses on his nose, he looked gentle and refined, exuding a noble air.
"Hello, my na is Quinn! These people are the family's bodyguards. Due to a lack of proper education, they act sowhat unreasonable."
"If the doctor is busy today, we can arrange for tomorrow."
The man nad Quinn smiled at Yang Yan and inadvertently glanced at the shivering little boy nearby.
Hearing this, Yang Yan felt a bit surprised.
It turned out they were not the enemies of those two from yesterday as he had imagined, but rather patients in need of his help.
Moreover, they likely had so connection to those two.
"Since it's not an ergency, let's deal with tomorrow's matters tomorrow! Now, please move aside, I have patient visits to make."
Saying that, Yang Yan grabbed the little boy's hand and walked straight outside.
"Mr. Quinn, we're just going to let him go like that? The boss is still waiting to see him!"
The leading bodyguard asked cautiously.
"There's no rush on the boss's side for now. This Oriental seems quite capable, best not to offend him."
"You all know how badly Paul's brother was injured yesterday."
"Such injuries, it wouldn't have been unreasonable to just bury him, but this guy managed to heal him."
"Additionally, today we were inford soone saw those two brothers. Especially the younger one, he was so badly injured yet is now able to barely walk with support."
At this point, Quinn squinted his eyes slightly as he looked towards the direction where Yang Yan's figure disappeared.
"Mr. Quinn, I think those guys must be exaggerating a bit."
"With the kind of injuries Paul's brother sustained, surviving is already a miracle, let alone walking today; I'm a bit skeptical."
"Forget about the world's doctors, even those legendary Hidden World people probably couldn't do it."
The lead bodyguard couldn't help but voice his thoughts.
"Don't underestimate the people of this world. Know that this world is far larger than you imagine."
"Moreover, since two years ago, people from another world have begun entering ours, and the blending of various information and cultures has given worldly people many extraordinary abilities."
"You could say, all of this not only overturned our worldviews but also changed our lives."
Quinn gently shook his head and said wistfully, looking afar.
"So of those guys really are terrifying, but most are just like that."
"As I see it, anyone below B-class is rubbish. We've killed more than a few over the past two years."
At this point, a smug smile appeared on the man's face.
So what if they're Superpower Users?
With today's advanced technology, those guys aren't invincible. A mistake could still result in their deaths at the hands of ordinary people like us.
Quinn used his gaze to stop the lead bodyguard who wanted to say more, waving his hand to dismiss him:
"I don't want to hear such topics again. Also, I have a piece of advice for you, never underestimate those Hidden World people."
"Their abilities are bizarre, and even if many are not as good as you battle-hardened ordinary guys, they should never be underestimated."
That said, Quinn turned around and left, not caring if the lead bodyguard listened.
The cities of the United States are actually not much different from Huaxia, also divided into districts.
Yang Yan and his party were currently in Queens.
Queens is located in the eastern part of the US capital and is the largest of the five boroughs.
It has the second-largest population.
Queens is nad after Queen Catherine, the wife of Charles II.
Although not as affluent as Manhattan, it should not be underestimated.
However, it's worth ntioning that this is also where the poorest of the United States are concentrated.
At this mont, a little boy clutching so US Dollar bills led Yang Yan to the slums here.
Yang Yan glanced at the dilapidated house and couldn't help but shake his head.
To call this place a slum might be too much; it would be more accurate to say it's a ruin.
Because compared to the little wooden house built by the bridge that Dawn had, this place is even worse.
"My ho is in here, doctor, please follow ."
The little boy said politely.
Yang Yan couldn't help but nod secretly.
Undoubtedly, his upbringing should be quite comndable.
Even living in such conditions, he remained so polite.
In any case, it was clear that this trip wouldn't be in vain.
Following the little boy into this dim and shabby building, Yang Yan felt his perception of the United States, the sa world leader, had changed drastically.
Initially, Yang Yan thought there might only be this little boy's family living in there.
To his surprise, the place was actually full of people.
The little boy was in a hurry, and of course, he didn't notice the expression on Yang Yan's face, almost sprinting upstairs.
When Yang Yan caught up to him upstairs, the little boy was already standing outside a room that looked relatively tidy.
"Do you and your mother live in here?"
Yang Yan tucked away his wandering thoughts and asked with a smile.
"Yes!" The little boy nodded solemnly and said seriously, "My mother and I live in here. But doctor, could I ask you a favor later?"
Yang Yan asked sowhat puzzled:
"What kind of favor?"
"Later, could you please not tell my mother that I found you? Could you say that you're...you're the social worker from this area?"
The little boy pleaded.
"Social worker... Why do you want to say that?"
Yang Yan asked with a smile.
The little boy thought for a bit and said hesitantly:
"Because... because my mom never likes owing people favors, and now this is all the money we have left."
"I know this money is definitely not enough for dical fees. Not nearly enough."
"But please rest assured, I will make money. I can make two to three US Dollars every day selling newspapers, and I'll be able to pay your consultation fee sooner or later."
When the little boy reached this point, his expression was very serious.
Yet in those eyes of his, there was still that pitiful and pleading look.
He was terrified of Yang Yan saying anything that would reject him.
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