I Hit You, and I'm Still Suing You

788 I Hit You, and I'm Still Suing You

Wang Yi's slap sent Smith lurching backward onto the sofa. For a long time, he couldn't catch his breath.

When the camera zoomed in on Smith, a very obvious red, swollen handprint could be seen on his left cheek.

As a Black man, it was usually hard to tell when his face was red.

But now his cheek was visibly swollen and red. Just how hard had Wang Yi slapped him?

At the same time, two streams of blood were already running from his nostrils.

Blood was also crawling down from the corner of his mouth like an earthworm.

Shaquille O'Neal panicked a little and hurriedly reached under the man's nose to check.

Thank goodness, he was still breathing.

And by then, his eyes had opened. He was even blinking.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Yi as though he were staring at a murderer, his eyes filled with terror.

He had never imagined that Wang Yi would actually dare to slap him across the face.

And the slap had come so quickly, so directly.

It was fair to say that the blow had left him completely stunned.

Fortunately, the crew of Shaquille O'Neal's show had made thorough preparations. There was a doctor backstage.

The doctor was there in case any audience members suffered a sudden medical emergency, such as a heart attack, so they could be treated. They hadn't expected to treat an audience member; the first person they had to treat was a guest.

The doctor briefly checked Smith's pupils to see whether they were dilated and whether his gaze had gone unfocused.

Then he said, "Based on the preliminary examination, he only lost consciousness for an instant—in other words, he was simply stunned by the