"Don't move, Uncle Zhou, don't move!"

Seeing this, Ip Man-tung quickly walked over.

At this time, he realized that Uncle Zhou's legs were already rotten.

This is wind-cold, and it is also an extremely serious complication of wind-cold.

"What's going on?

Why don’t you go to the hospital if you do this?"

Ip Mantian asked Zhou Lin with a gloomy face.

This is indeed good for wind and cold, and it is indeed a bit difficult to treat.

But with the current medical conditions and timely hospitalization, it can still be cured.

When Zhou Lin heard the question, he immediately lowered his head.

Just as Ye Wentian frowned, Su Meir's hand was placed on Ye Wentian's shoulder:

"Brother Ye, it's not that Mr. Zhou did not take Uncle Zhou to treat him, but he went there. Not only was there no one to treat him, but he was also driven out."

When Ip Man-tian heard this, he was stunned at first, and then a feeling of discomfort came to his heart.
Chapter completed!