Come Over and Rub It for Me

This scene left Zhuang Mengli completely baffled. The two of them had exchanged countless punches just now without anything happening, and although that last punch had been thrown with all their strength, it shouldn't have left him this badly injured.

But Su Yang had really vomited blood, so she didn't dare take it lightly. She hurriedly crouched down and asked, "Su Yang... y-you, you scared me!"

Su Yang lay on the ground and shook his head, pretending to be in pain. "I didn't scare you. My chest hurts. I can't go on. I need to rest."

"Then... then what should I do? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Su Yang slowly turned his head toward Zhuang Mengli. "Do I need to go to the hospital?"

"Oh, right. You're a traditional Chinese doctor yourself. Then... then what should I do now?"

"Get me onto your bed so I can lie down for a while."

"My bed? Uh... does it have to be my bed? I have plenty of rooms here."

"No. The other rooms are too dry. If I sleep in another room, I probably won't be able to boil your grandpa's medicine tomorrow."

"What!? Fine, fine, fine. I'll let you sleep in my bed, all right?"

"But you're a grown man. I can't move you."

"You can punch me several meters backward, but you can't move me? Maybe that would work if another girl said it, but you? Don't even try."

Zhuang Mengli scratched her cheek and said, "Fine, then should I carry you?"

"Whatever. Carry me or give me a piggyback ride. Just get me onto the bed. Ah! That hurts."

Su Yang clutched his chest and curled up on the ground, shouting.

Zhuang Mengli couldn't worry about anything else. She hurriedly reached out and helped Su Yang