"No," Li Xiujie said, carrying a medical kit as he stepped into the house, "Chengzhou said you were injured and asked me to come take a look at you."
Sang Qian was momentarily stunned. Was Ji Chengzhou really that kind-hearted?
Li Xiujie carefully examined Sang Qian's arm, gave her some special medicine for bruises, and advised her on some precautions before he went to Ji Chengzhou's room and said, "I've seen it."
Ji Chengzhou put down the book in his hand and looked up at Li Xiujie, "How is it?"
"You've experienced your father's strength. Though it's not a bone injury, there's a large area of bruising on her arm. The injury is not light; she won't be able to bear any weight on it for a while. Fortunately, it's her left arm. Otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to hold chopsticks tomorrow."
A chill appeared in Ji Chengzhou's eyes.
