Zhu Qing and Zhu Wen saw Zhang Xian walk in and they were a bit worried.
Initially, Zhu Qing wanted to notify Zhang Xian later to stay away for a bit. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xian returned so soon.
"Waiting for me? Is there any good news?" Zhang Xian knew what San Ji was up to. The two hooligans from yesterday were also present, glaring at him and rubbing their fists in anticipation.
"No good news, just bad news," San Ji scoffed. "Yesterday, my two brothers came to seek treatment here, and you beat them up, didn't you?"
"Yes, there was such an incident," Zhang Xian acknowledged, "But are you sure your brothers were really here to seek treatment and not for other purposes? As I recall, one of them wasn't even sick. So, their visit here is rather intriguing, isn't it, Brother Ji? You weren't involved, were you?"
"Stop talking nonsense. If my brother wasn't sick, why would he come here?" San Ji retorted angrily.
"Are you sick?" Zhang Xian asked.
