"What do you mean?" the young man instinctively blinked.
"Having a private doctor would make it much more convenient for you, otherwise, you might end up spending three to five months in the hospital!" Su Chen said earnestly.
"Die!" the young man finally understood Su Chen's meaning. Instantly, rage filled him to the brim, his fiercely hideous face now gleamed with viciousness as he pulled a dagger from his waist and ferociously stabbed at Su Chen.
The dagger was very sharp; the young man always carried it for self-defense and rarely used it otherwise.
He was genuinely enraged by Su Chen.
Fury-fueled vengeance sought blood.
Meanwhile, Su Chen suddenly looked up, shifted his stance, moved forward a step like a tiger descending the mountain, astonishingly fast, confronting the young man face-to-face!!!
In the blink of an eye, Su Chen quickly seized the wrist of the young man's hand that held the dagger, and squeezed it hard.
Crack!
Broken!
