Hearing Song Fan's proposal, Brother Chen was somewhat excited, but he didn't make any demands. He walked forward, placing the purchased medicine on the bedside. "I can't immediately believe what you're saying. I need to check some things. Who knows what these big shots think?"
He took out scissors and cut the ropes binding Song Fan's hands and feet. "You should be able to tend to your wounds yourself. We'll be right outside the door. If what you're saying is true, we'll cooperate. Be smart about it."
Finally free, Song Fan breathed a sigh of relief. She twisted her arms, gradually adjusting. "Fine."
She didn't want to pressure these two too much. If she hadn't been injured, she could easily control them. However, her leg had been pierced, rendering her left leg useless, possibly infected. Additionally, her arm was swollen, coupled with blood loss and a concussion, and she was barely holding on.
