Ji Xingtang was startled, "He just went out, how did he get injured?"
"I don't know, they've brought in a stretcher."
It seemed the injury was serious.
Fu Shilv rose from his seat, "Let's go check."
At that moment, Xiao Rui's face looked as if a storm was about to hit; he took his hand away from his groin and looked at the person who approached him.
"I didn't call an ambulance!"
Sheng Youxia's voice was soft and gentle, "I did."
Xiao Rui experienced what it was like to kill without a weapon.
He glared at Sheng Youxia, his eyes almost turning into sharp blades.
"I'm not fucking sick!"
"If Young Mr. Xiao isn't sick, then get up and try walking?"
Tang Hui's punch had been too heavy; Xiao Rui tensed, trying to stand up, but walking would just expose his condition, better to keep sitting.
"You want me to walk, so I should just walk?"
Tang Hui's cold smirk was unmistakable; she walked over and pushed Xiao Rui's shoulder.
"Stop pretending, if you can, get up and walk."