It must have been the bastard just now. This won't do. I'll go to the hospital first!
He could not drive, so he took a taxi and went to the hospital.
"Your shoulder is very strange!" He had just managed to have a checkup after queueing up, but he got such a result instead.
"How is it strange?!"
"Your muscles are sprained!"
"Sprained?!" Wu Yueran was dumbfounded after hearing such a diagnosis. What kind of a diagnosis was that? How could it be sprained? It was slapped to injury!
"I don't think that's the case!" Wu Yueran replied.
"Young man, an illness is treated by using the examination report. It depends on the data, not the feelings," the doctor said with a smile.
"Then, how do you think it should be treated?"
"I'll prescribe you some ointment. You can just apply some regularly," the doctor answered.
"Is it that simple?"
"What do you think?"
