บท 873: Chapter 871: A Bunch of Small Fry!

"Can't you just stop disappearing all the time? You nearly gave your uncle a heart attack!"

Wang Zhen slapped Ren Feifan's back forcefully, but fortunately, Ren Feifan was a body refinement practitioner; otherwise, he might have suffered internal injuries from those slaps.

Ren Feifan was confused when he faced the middle-aged man embracing him.

Then, he broke free from Wang Zhen's embrace and asked with caution, "You say you're my uncle?"

Wang Zhen's eyes widened, "Damn it, nephew, it's only been a few days, and you don't recognize me?"

Next, Wang Zhen turned to Luo Yin, demanding, "Luo Yin, what exactly happened to my nephew? And what happened here at this Feifan pharmaceutical pilot? Why did so many people die?"

Luo Yin responded directly, "We suspect that the Divine Doctor must have hit his head during the battle at the Ren Family and temporarily lost his memory. The specific details are still unclear."