"Come on, hurry in and wipe the medicine. You got hurt when you returned here on the first day. What is it like?"

He smiled and said, "After the First World War just now, do you think if we fight now, can you still beat me?"

I poked the bruise on his forehead speechlessly. "Shut up and go in for treatment."

When they came out after dressing, I paid for the medicine for them.

I took them out of the emergency hall together. When I was about to find a car, Rashad whistled again in the distance. "Look, my second uncle is well informed. If you mess with your front...