"Mr. Chu, I have said many times before that the wound needs to be nursed. If it cracks open once again, I would assume your battered-body trick has upgraded. However, no matter how battered your body becomes, she wouldn't feel sorry for you."
Gao Yi said as he nimbly injected the anesthesia, cleaned the wound, and sewed it back together.
Chu Lui kept silent, but his mind was filled with the battered-body trick that Gao Yi was talking about instead of his injury.
Soon, his wound had been rewrapped in a new bandage. It was just that the shirt was completely destroyed. A shirt that cost tens of thousands was cut away with just a snip. The person who cut it didn't find it a pity, and so the person who wore it didn't either. Well, the person who was wearing it was rich and affluent, after all.
"Thank you." Chu Lui stood up and pulled his shirt tight.
Gao Yi was surprised. This man knew how to thank people, and to him—his rival—at that.
