With Chen Xiaolong's medical skills, achieving this was as easy as pie.
Chen just had some doubts, but he didn't take them too seriously.
"Hmph, I'm an injured party now, do you think you can slap my back carelessly? What if it causes internal bleeding, can you take responsibility?"
Chen's expression darkened, and he glared fiercely at Xiaolong, hurling a string of curses.
The onlookers also felt annoyed, wondering why Chen, a troublemaker, could be so self-righteous.
"All right, all right, you're the injured party, so do we need to get you a stretcher and send you to the clinic for a thorough examination?"
Xiaolong waved his hand, seemingly indifferent, and then made this comment.
"There's no need for a stretcher, but I do need to go to the hospital, though only after you've paid up."
Chen held his head high, showing a triumphant expression.
Looking at his attitude, it was clear he wouldn't rest until he got the money.
"Sigh."
