"Let's get outta here." Wu Xiang expressed as his legs climbed down from the hospital bed. The physical examinations of his wound and his head were all performed. A few minutes ago, the doctor explaied the conclusion that Wu Xiang did not incur any further implications from hitting his head.
Kang Sola was relieved because it bugged her that Wu Xiang might suffer from internal bleeding or something that was not visible to the human eye. At least now, she could rest her worries.
"But Wu Xiang…"
"I'm alright, Sola. You baby me too much, haha. I'm a grown man, and this? This is nothing." He cheered. Her worry for him motivated him in acting too cheery.
Kang Sola narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure, Wu Xiang? Aren't you just sugarcoating your condition?"
"Of course not! I only received one blow – "
"Two."
"Ah, hehe!" He rubbed the side of his neck with his palm restlessly. "Yeah, two. It's nothing. Let's go."
