Chen Bin said carefully, "Should we go to the hospital?"
"No way?" Han Bing gave Chen Bin a fierce glance and said, "Am I shameless? Go to the hospital to retrieve the ball from there? Just thinking about it... just thinking about it is embarrassing to death!"
"Forget it... I... I'll hold my pee, maybe... maybe it'll flush out when the time comes!"
The reason Chen Bin couldn't help Han Bing get it out was mainly because there was no leverage point.
Chen Bin didn't know whether the golf ball inside Han Bing's body could be flushed out by her urine, but it was, after all, a plan.
Moreover, Han Bing was in her adolescent years and was very embarrassed about going to the hospital to have the golf ball removed, which Chen Bin could understand.
"I'll go..."
Just as Chen Bin was standing in front of the car door, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Turning around, Chen Bin saw an elderly man, around sixty years old, pedaling a tricycle.
