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The people standing outside the ward immediately pushed open the door and entered, surrounding Wu Dong and Sun Yi Rou in a fan formation.

The man and woman who were pretending to be Sun Yiru's parents got up from the ground and quietly left the crowd.

Although the people surrounding Wu Dong wore all sorts of casual clothes, they all wore black military boots, showing that they were well-trained professionals.

The leader, a round-faced man with short hair, calmly said, "Give me the girl."

He sounded like he was asking the shop owner for a pack of cigarettes.

It was obvious that these people had been sent over by some powerful force.

But why were they here to capture Sun Yirou?

The other party had first sent people to disguise themselves as the patient's family.

It seemed like the other party was determined to win, and the negotiations were futile.

Wu Dong put Sun Yi Rou down and she stood barefoot on the ground.

Wu Dong said in a low voice, "Just hide behind me later."

Sun Yiru nodded, "Let's call the police!"

Wu Dong did not comment, these people came prepared, and would not obediently wait for the police to come.

Seeing Wu Dong not saying a word, the other party lifted up the hem of his clothes, revealing the black handle of his rod.

Wu Dong stepped forward, ready to face the incoming attack.

The leader of the group with a crooked smile on his face pulled out his baton and suddenly attacked with it.

Wu Dong reached out his hand to grab Sun Yi Rou's arm, while the other man took the chance to grab her. Wu Dong retreated backwards, raised his leg and kicked towards the man that grabbed Sun Yi Rou.

The short-haired man changed his direction and rolled on the ground, colliding with his companions.

Although the two of them did not succeed, they did not sustain any injuries either.

The enemy had only sent out two people, but they were defeated in one move. The other seven immediately went on guard.

The two people on the ground also stood up. They looked at each other, and this time, they were going to fight against nine people at the same time.

Seeing that all nine men in the ward had taken out their staves, Wu Dong took a step back subconsciously and protected Sun YiRou behind him.

Sun Yirou picked up a thermos from the cabinet beside the bed and held it in her hand as a weapon.

The man opposite him revealed a smile. Some of them had suffered losses under Wu Dong's hands, but they were not discouraged.

No matter how good one's martial arts was, it was impossible for one person to withstand the might of all nine throwing sticks.

There wasn't even a weapon handy for Wu Dong. He took out a needle bag from his bosom, which was wrapped with over a dozen silver needles of varying lengths.

These were the people who were practicing medicine for Wu Dong and had saved him from danger a few times when he was being surrounded by people.

The nine men shook the short stick and threw out the three sections of the short stick.

They were split into three groups, one group of three, the other one split up, two groups split up, intending to attack Wu Dong, the other group was at the side providing support, ready to snatch from him at any time.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't nervous, Wu Dong going against these well-trained guys by himself would require some effort, let alone Sun YiRou, who was behind him.

There were people watching outside the ward, and there were also doctors and nurses taking out their cell phones to call the police.

The people on both sides could not hold back and attacked Wu Dong together.

One on the left and one on the right, the two throwing sticks came at him head on. Behind them, the other two hid behind the other two throwing sticks.

Wu Dong pushed Sun Yi Rou back, lowered his head and dodged a swing rod, then raised his hand to grab the left side of the man's wrist and smashed towards the right side of the man.

As the two people clashed, the man on the left threw himself at the two people behind him. The dual staff swung out simultaneously, and the silver needles in Wu Dong's hands trembled, as two silver needles flew towards the two people's eyes.

Both of them had their eyes pierced by slender silver needles. Their eyes were bloodshot as they instinctively held their heads and squatted on the ground.

Wu Dong went back to save the short-haired man who was supporting them from the outside of the battlefield.

He grabbed the stick that was swinging its head, but just as it was about to hit his head, it suddenly tilted and hit the shoulder of the head.

If he didn't die from the hit, he would be paralyzed.

When he tried to kill, Wu Dong's hand softened.

The buzz cut man had escaped death, but Wu Dong was careless and got hit on the back by the two batons of the right team.

Wu Dong retracted his hands and opened up two batons, holding onto his shoulder, he took another step back. He screamed in pain, and this baton nearly caused him to vomit blood.

In the exchange between the two sides, Wu Dong was slightly injured, but the other side had three people who were hit.

The two men with silver needles in their eyes let out heart-wrenching screams as they grabbed the handle of the silver needles and pulled it out.

The silver needles were long and slender. Although a line of blood flowed down from their eyes, it did not heavily injure them.

This time, the few of them did not dare to underestimate Wu Dong, and they became on guard, but after all, their footsteps still continued, and the encirclement became smaller.

Wu Dong took a deep breath. Today, he had used up a lot of his mental energy to treat Sun Yiran, but now, he was actually in a bit of a hurry to deal with them.

He took out a few more silver needles and held them in his hands. The men subconsciously covered their eyes and opened their fingers.

Wu Dong sneered. He had actually shown mercy by stabbing the needle into the other party's eye, the eyeball had been punctured. Other than the risk of infection, the rest of it was fine.

Sun Yi Rou hugged the bottle, her hand resting on Wu Dong's shoulder, her palm trembling slightly.

With one hand, Wu Dong tightened his grip on the swing, and with the other hand he patted her palm, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

This simple sentence made Sun Yiran feel relieved.

She nodded. "En!"

He made a sound.

This time, it was Wu Dong's turn to be the first to attack. With a flick of his hand, three silver needles flew out.

The main heart meridian of a person had the function of strengthening the mind and understanding the spirit.

Wu Dong's hands were heavy, the silver needle pierced through his upper lip and directly into his gums.

The three of them felt their hearts skip a beat as if they had been numbed by electricity.

The others didn't wait for Wu Dong to finish his second round of needles before they swung their staffs towards him again. Moreover, they had even added daggers into their swinging sticks.

The dagger flashed with a cold light, and aimed straight for Wu Dong's vitals.

Wu Dong used his staff to protect his upper body, he raised his right leg and kicked out like the wind, landing on the knees of four or five people consecutively. Those people's legs went soft, they kneeled on the ground, but the daggers and daggers in their hands did not stop.

A man who was not injured roared loudly, rushed past his comrade, grabbed onto a swing stick with both hands, and struck towards Wu Dong's head with an earth-shattering force.

Wu Dong raised his leg and kicked towards the man's waist, the man was like a kite flying in the air, suddenly being pulled back with a string, in mid air he was suddenly blocked, and his body flew in the opposite direction.

At the same time, three or four people saw the opportunity and used three daggers to stab towards Wu Dong. There was another person who took advantage of the chaos to grab Sun YiRou's arm.

Wu Dong was not prepared in front of his chest, and was about to be hit.

In the blink of an eye, his spiritual force surged.

The world in the ward suddenly stopped like a suspended movie.

Wu Dong felt blood in his eyes, and killing intent rose from his back.

He pulled away the dagger in front of him and swung the baton in a wide arc. The men who were trying to attack him were hit in the chin with the baton, and a few teeth came out of their mouths.

They only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and before they could even see how Wu Dong was going to attack, they felt a sharp pain on their jaws.

Wu Dong's hand moved like lightning, and before the three people on the side could fall to the ground, he grabbed onto the few people beside him and used a heavy hand that could split tendons and shatter bones.

"Crack!"

After a few sounds, the remaining people were all knocked down.

In just a second, all of the enemies that were originally still alive had already fallen.

The rod in Wu Dong's hand dropped to the ground. He felt a wave of dizziness and sleepiness assaulted him like a tide. This was the result of him exhausting his mental energy to do so.

Wu Dong staggered like a drunk person. Earlier, he was hit by Wu Dong's rod, and the buzz cut man who was hiding at the side watching the battle was startled by Wu Dong's sudden outburst of killing intent. He hid to the side and pretended to be dead, but he suddenly stood up.

He took out his dagger and walked towards Wu Dong in large strides.

Wu Dong wanted to counterattack, but his hands and feet were no longer under his control.

The short dagger pierced towards the liver on Wu Dong's waist. Wu Dong's hand weakly tried to push him away, but the dagger was only a few centimeters away from his abdomen.