"Hiss~~ Am I in a hospital?"
"Hey! Lie still."
Sister Xia gently helped Little Wang straighten up.
She did not dare use any force, either, for fear of breaking his bones again.
After all, she was a seasoned Tier 1 strength-based superhuman.
"Hiss~~ That old man really went hard. My vision's still blurry," Little Wang said, blinking hard. He found that he still could not see clearly. "He didn't flick my optic nerve apart and blind me, did he?"
"No. You've just had some medicine. A little more physiotherapy for your head and you'll be fine. Stop competing with people at forehead flicking. It's the apocalypse, and you still have the time to play that? I think Boss Shen feeds you people too well. You've got too much energy! Keep your head still!"
A female doctor scolded him as she fitted the head physiotherapy device onto him.
"Ah! Feels sooo good~"
Little Wang felt warmth spread through his head, and the dizziness from earlier immediately eased considerably.
"What's your name? Little Wang, right?"
"Hey! Why are you insulting me? My name is Wang Qiyi!"
"Pfft! Seven and one? Isn't that still eight? Hello, Wang Eight-hello, bastard! Right, I'm older than you, so I'll just call you Little Wang, okay?"
"Hah! You're a superhuman. I'm not going to argue with you!"
Wang Qiyi also felt that his current condition was not suited to any more trash talk. Those 199 forehead flicks today had come from the old man coaxing him into talking trash that morning.
"Hiss~~ That old man really fucking screws people over!"
Sister Xia smiled at his words. "A blessing in disguise, perhaps? Those 199 forehead flicks weren't for nothing."
"Huh?"
Wang Qiyi had already recovered some of his vision, and he was a little stunned at that moment.