The next day.
At the hospital, Dong Xuebin came out of Sister Yu's ward and went downstairs to check on the international students. At seven the previous evening, Sun Zhi, who had been unconscious, had finally opened his eyes. After a series of emergency treatments, he was finally out of danger, which let Dong Xuebin breathe a sigh of relief. But although no one had died, Tianma Taekwondo Hall still had not offered any explanation. The Korean students who had attacked them and the medical expenses remained unresolved.
Arguments and curses rang out in the hallway.
Dong Xuebin looked over and saw that it was the ward where three of the international students were staying.
"This has nothing to do with you? Are those even human words? Huh?"
"Sun Zhi was nearly beaten to death by your students! You think you can wash your hands of this with one sentence?"
Then a middle-aged man spoke, his voice sounding vaguely familiar to Dong Xuebin. "I've said everything that needs to be said. The police investigation results are out too. Both sides bear responsibility. Here, I've thrown the money down. It's the training fee you prepaid for next semester. From now on, you have nothing to do with Tianma Taekwondo Hall!"
"You say we have nothing to do with it, and that's that!?" That was Li An shouting.
"You're not paying a single cent in medical expenses?"
The middle-aged man said, "Our hall bears no responsibility for this matter. You were the ones who started the trouble, which led to what happened afterward. You should bear that responsibility yourselves."
"Fuck you!"
Is this how you shirk responsibility?"
A moment later, amid the clamor, the ward door opened and the middle-aged man strode out with a dark face. Dong Xuebin narrowed his eyes