"That's what I have been telling you," He Juan huffed in exasperation. "You're a doctor. How can you not believe your patient's words?"
"What? What is it?" A-Mu's yells sounded from the speaker. "What is going on? XIU, are you undressing right now? Why aren't you facing me?!" He was ignored, of course.
Jia Molei stepped closer to scrutinize the bruise. "Ugh, this is fucking nasty. You will need another x-ray to see if it has aggravated your broken ribs. But so far, any dizziness or shortness of breath? Heart palpitations?"
He Juan shook his head. "Fortunately, no." He buttoned his shirt up again and turned to give the young man a business smile. "That's all, A-Mu. I expect to see your good news in my inbox tonight. About the payment… I will wire the money to Doctor Jia's account and he will pass it to you. Is it good?"
"Wait!! How… How can you—"
