Half an hour later, Sun Jiumengzi's home.
"Sun Jiumengzi, how are you feeling now?"
Zhao Tienan walked into the room and saw Sun Jiumengzi lying on the heated brick bed with a glowing face, still chewing on a big chicken leg.
But when Sun Jiumengzi saw Zhao Tienan, he immediately started pretending to whimper, and even his breathing appeared weak.
"Doctor Zhao, you're here?"
"Your intern almost killed me. I still feel horrible all over, so much pain I feel like dying."
"I have to hold someone accountable for this."
Sun Jiumengzi said, putting on an act, but his acting was really subpar. Anyone could tell he was perfectly fine and was preparing to extort someone.
"Alright, stop pretending. You look really awkward doing that."
"Just tell me, what will it take to settle this privately?"
Zhao Tienan sneered, his words full of disgust. For someone so rotten to the core, he didn't want to say even one more word.
"Settle privately? Sure!"
