"Brother Zhao, your head is really tough."
Sitting beside Zhao Sanlin's hospital bed, Jiang Xiaobai looked at Zhao Sanlin's head wrapped in bandages, and laughed.
Last night, Jiang Xiaobai saw the shattered glass all over the basement floor and immediately felt a chill in his heart, thinking Zhao Sanlin was probably in a bad state. Who knew this guy only had a minor concussion.
"Sigh, it still hurts, and I guess it will take a while to fully recover," Zhao Sanlin said.
Jiang Xiaobai peeled a banana and stuffed it into Zhao Sanlin's mouth, smiling as he asked, "Brother Zhao, do you remember what I told you in the basement last night?"
"What did you tell me?" Zhao Sanlin, who was in a coma at the time, didn't hear what Jiang Xiaobai said to him at all.
"The ten thousand yuan thing, you didn't hear it at all?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.
Zhao Sanlin looked puzzled, "What did I hear, I was unconscious!"
