After thanking the doctor, he watched the elderly Chinese medicine practitioner walk away, his legs still nimble as he carried his white porcelain tea cup, steaming hot.
"Young man, I'm truly an old bag of bones now, nothing works smoothly anymore. If it weren't for you, I'd have ended up smashing this old frame of mine into the hospital this time."
As the old man spoke, he hailed a cab. Although the elderly doctor seemed to be without serious injury, one couldn't ignore a bone fracture; it was still safer to go to a hospital and get an X-ray.
"Ah, at your age a fall could be tough to take, but I'm still okay, I'm still young."
Besides, he had survived the little ghost pulling his hair and choking him the day before—what was a bump from a frame to him?
"Do you live around here, young man?"
