Under Ye Qiu's treatment, the symptoms and dull pain caused by menstrual cramps had completely disappeared for Zhao Ruxue, and the thick calluses on her hands had also vanished.
Zhao Ruxue had feared that all of this was some kind of magic trick, but now she realized it was real.
Now seeing Ye Qiu and that group of groaning hooligans on the ground, Zhao Ruxue guessed that Ye Qiu had just fought with them.
"You fought with them?"
Zhao Ruxue asked.
"These hooligans came here, ate and drank a lot without paying, and even tried to extort fifty thousand yuan from my dad. They were leering at my sister and my girlfriend. They also smashed all my tables, chairs, and dishes."
Zhao Ruxue couldn't stand hooligans. Coupled with the fact that she had just met Ye Qiu, who treated her illness without charging her, she naturally wanted to help him.
"Who's their leader?"
"I already sent him to get the money. I just don't know if he'll dare to come back."
