Lillian Quinn looked back at the collapsed Helen Davis, smiling triumphantly.

"That most poisonous thing is a woman 's heart!" Ely Spelburg deliberately shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What? I'm taking it out on you! Who made her so shameless? " Lillian angrily twisted Ely Spelburg, giggled.

They returned to Piper Street, laughing and talking.

But before she got home, Lillian 's face changed: "Bad, Vincent Coops's car."

Ely Spelburg looked, sure enough, a polished Audi A8, was parked at the door of the Compassion Clinic.

Two people hurriedly speeded up the pace, got in Compassion Clinic.

As soon as he entered the clinic, he found that Mike was pacing up and down with a bitter face. On the sofa sat Vincent Coops, grinning his teeth, and an old man in his fifties with gray hair.

As soon as he saw Ely Spelburg come in, Vincent Coops rushed angrily to Ely Spelburg. His right hand was still swinging ridiculously. His face was flushed and he gritted his teeth and cried out, "Ely Spelburg, you bastard, close the point quickly, or I'll make you regret."

Ely Spelburg picked up a chair and sat down and asked, "I don't know why I would regret."

"Well, don't think I don't know. You don't have a doctor's license at all. It's an unlicensed practice. I'll have your clinic closed down." Vincent Coops panted.

"Whatever, I'm just a staff, and it's the same everywhere I go." Ely Spelburg said carelessly.

"You, you... I'm warning you one last time, close my point!" Vincent Coops swung his arm and roared at the top of his voice. When did he ever suffer such a hardship, a rich second—generation dandy? The arm has been swinging all day and it's swollen.

Ely Spelburg changed his legs, spread out his hands and said, "Sorry, I couldn’t do that. I'm still practicing medicine without a license."

Ely Spelburg gave back the original words of Vincent Coops.

Vincent Coops almost didn't chock.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant!" The silent old man on the side finally stood up, gloomily went to the front of Ely Spelburg, said, "It doesn't like imagine, with a little skill, the you could run the world? Practicing medicine without a license is a big and small thing. At worst, it is no exaggeration to shut down your clinic. "

"All I know is that the only ones who could cure a disease are good doctors, and there are tens of millions of certified doctors. How many of them could really cure a disease and save a person?" Ely Spelburg also stood up, said aloud.

Mike on the side heard Ely Spelburg’s words, his old face could not help but blush.

"Are you sure you're a good doctor?" The old man's eyes narrowed and gave off a cold glow.

"Of course!" Ely Spelburg picked up his eyebrows and said.

On the other hand, the Mike quietly ran to Ely Spelburg's side, dragged Ely Spelburg's clothes, covered his mouth and whispered, "Ely Spelburg, don't say a word, do you know who he is?"

"Do I have to know?" Ely Spelburg looked at the old man in front of him, slowly sat down again.

"He is the boy's second grandfather, the second master of Clover Hall in Harbor City, Bernard Coops. If we offend him, we'll have a hard time. " Mike whispered cautiously.

Bernard Coops naturally could hear Mike muttered, he sneered, disdainfully glanced at Ely Spelburg.

"Really? Since he is so good, let him give his good grandson the solution. Why bother me here? " Ely Spelburg said with a sneer.

Bernard Coops heard, and he was angry, saying with a cold voice: "Hum, although I don't know what you used to open Vincent’s points? But, I warn you, if I don't give Vincent the solution today, I promise I won't give up. "

"Oh, I 'd like to see what you' ve got." Ely Spelburg smiled, completely didn't mind, over three hundred years, he had never yielded to the force but to the weak, no one could threaten Ely Spelburg.

"You, don 't regret it!" Bernard Coops was gloomy, pointing to Ely Spelburg, said word by word.

"Ha ha, this is the second time someone has warned me today." Ely Spelburg laughed. "But it's a pity that I don't know what regrets are!"

"Well, a little man like an ant is very arrogant. I'll teach you to be a good boy and show you what repentance is." Bernard Coops was gloomy, and took out the mobile phone, disdainfully dialed a number.

"Hello, health bureau chief Smits? Bernard Coops of Clover Hall. On Piper Street Compassion Clinic, there are people practising medicine without a license, is it within your jurisdiction? All right... All right... I'll wait for you here! " Bernard Coops hung up the phone, sneering and staring at Ely Spelburg.

"Well, now that you closed the acupoints for my grandson, I might as well give you a break!" Bernard Coops sneered coldly.

"Hem, Ely Spelburg you bastard, I told you, to let you regret! You 're just waiting to be sealed up by the Health Bureau and packed up and gone! " Vincent Coops while shaking his arm in pain, while viciously cried.

"If Compassion Clinic is seized, you will not be able to get away with it, I let you move for a year, do you believe it?" Ely Spelburg narrowed his eyes, and two cold lights shone through them.

Lillian also angrily went to Ely Spelburg's side, confronted Vincent Coops, scolded: "Vincent Coops, you deserve it, even if it is sealed up, we also don't give you solution!"

"Oh, my little aunt, don't say a word!" Mike hurried like ants on a hot pot, hurriedly discouraged her daughter.

"Lillian Quinn, don't be hard—mouthed! Just because you have some beauty, I am looking at you a few eyes, how could I know you so unappreciative, hum, tell you, I am not short of you such low class woman. I'd like to see how you cry and beg me later! Bitch! " Vincent Coops gnashed his teeth and said.

However, Vincent Coops said this sentence, did not wait for Lillian to say, Mike has jumped to his feet, pointing to Vincent Coops scolded: "Little bastard, dare to scold my daughter?" My daughter, from her birth I am holding in the palm of my hand, dare you scold? Even my clinic is closed, we also won't give you such a little bastard solution, let alone my daughter will go to beg you! just dream about it! Clover Hall? If you are good, then you should have the ability to close your own point! What else would you do? "

Mike said furiously, taking a broom in the corner, and swept over to Vincent Coops: "Go!"

Just then, a middle—aged man with a fat head and briefcase under his armpit entered the clinic. Suddenly, he got a broom from Mike.