"What a joke, how can this kid pretend so well? Clearly, it was him who broke my arm, and he still has the audacity to ask who was so cruel to do it? And even thinks about treating my injury? Wouldn't that just make it worse!"
"Ah, Young Master Le, no need to be polite with me. Come on, if you're injured, you need treatment. Don't let those quacks in the hospital delay it."
Le Wu Ya tried to dodge, but Ling Zhenfei wouldn't just let him slip away. He immediately moved forward without any politeness, grabbed Le Wu Ya's broken arm, and twisted it.
Crack!
The cast had just set Le Wu Ya's broken arm in place, but with that twist from Le Wu Ya, the bones shifted out of alignment again. The pain made him grimace and squeal like a pig being slaughtered.
All three women in the room deeply despised Le Wu Ya, and seeing Ling Zhenfei deliberately tormenting him like this made them feel extremely vindicated.