"Wasn't your head hit by the board?" Zhou Jiajia asked carefully.
"What board?" Yang Ming was stunned. "Are you talking about the two little punks?"
"Yeah, weren't you hit on the head with the board, and then fainted?" Zhou Jiajia nodded and said.
"..." Yang Ming was crying and laughing a little. "It's just a board... I was often hit when I was fighting in junior high school... I fainted because of the alcohol... Zhou Jiajia, am I in the hospital now?"
"En..." When Zhou Jiajia saw that Yang Ming was fine, she was relieved. But she said in apology, "I'm sorry, Yang Ming. I thought you were knocked unconscious by the board... so I took you to the hospital..."
"You... took me?" Yang Ming only remembered that he fainted at the time when he lost his consciousness.
"Yeah... I was too anxious at that time..." Zhou Jiajia whispered.
"How did you get me to the hospital?" Yang Ming frowned and asked.
