Rong Qi wasn't surprised to see Sheng Jian when she walked in, side by side with Ye Nanshen. With an arched brow, she greeted, "Master EightyK, we meet again."
Sheng Jian snorted coldly. "The pleasure is not mutual. This brute assaulted me. What do you plan to do about it?"
"I'll cover the medical expenses," Rong Qi answered smoothly.
"That's it?" Sheng Jian asked.
"What else do you expect?" Ye Nanshen asked. He stared at Sheng Jian, clearly displeased.
Annoyed, Sheng Jian tightened his lips. Rong Qi assessed the bruise on his face and rummaged through her bag. She took out a small white porcelain vial and set it on the table.
"Here, for emergencies," she said.
Ye Nanshen glanced at it and said, "You've gotten quite the deal."
Sheng Jian squinted his eyes and chuckled. "You think she's a modern-day Hua Tuo? That I've gotten a bargain? What's a small vial going to do? If it's that miraculous, who needs doctors?"
