Right after the former master spoke this, Zhao Youlin raised one of her eyebrows. The smile on the former master's face carried a hint of wickedness.
Indeed, after the former master finished speaking, Uncle Zhao grinned and walked out from behind them. He said politely to Sun Fengzi, "Madam, please move aside so that I could take a look at the young master."
When Sun Fengzi saw Uncle Zhao, a hint of puzzlement appeared in her eyes. In her heart, she still hoped that her son could be sent to the hospital for treatment.
However, since the former master had said so, she dared not say anything. Therefore, she could only stand at the side and stared anxiously at Uncle Zhao and her own son.
The surrounding onlookers had moved out of their ways so that Uncle Zhao could perform his "medical skill".
Uncle Zhao squatted beside Zhao Yifei. He stretched out his hand and touched Zhao Yifei's injured arm.
