Turning around, I saw a white woman screaming, with shock on her face, rushing towards Zhao Bin. In front of the white woman was a black man with a beard and a fierce expression, holding a three or four-year-old child in her arms.

"Help me, he robbed my child."

Whether or not Zhao Bin could understand English, the white woman shouted loudly, tears on her face had burst, and her voice was filled with despair and appeal.

Zhao Bin's face was very embarrassed. He didn't expect that someone would rob a child in his hospital, but also in front of him. Naturally, he would not let the other party run...