Xu Qigang kicked open the door, and the man sitting on the chair, knocking his legs together, immediately fell silent.
"Is the wound all treated?" Xu Qigang looked at Meng Ping, whose face was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, revealing only his eyes, and his tightly pressed lips couldn't help but curve slightly. He turned his head to look at Guo Siming, who squinted at him guiltily, obviously too embarrassed to make eye contact.
"How can you call this okay?" Despite being bandaged up like this, Meng Ping still managed to speak with full breath. "Hurry up and take off these damn bandages."
Xu Qigang ignored him completely, his gaze shifting down slightly, his brow furrowed. "A rib is broken, why wasn't it dealt with?"
He had been holding back; the single broken rib was a result of his restraint. If he hadn't controlled himself, Meng Ping might now be suffering from full-body crush breakages.
