One punch was nowhere near enough to quell Ji Yanzhi's fury, but when he swung a second time, Qin Zaiye caught his wrist.
"Consider that punch my apology to your Ji Family." The corner of Qin Zaiye's mouth had already begun to swell, yet his tone remained casual.
Those words only added fuel to the fire, sending Ji Yanzhi's anger surging. He wrenched his wrist free, seized Qin Zaiye's collar with both hands, then pivoted sideways and threw him over his back.
After years of military training, Qin Zaiye's fighting skills naturally surpassed those of Ji Yanzhi, who had only practiced Brazilian jiu-jitsu. But just as he pushed off with his lower leg, another foot hooked hard against his ankle. He lost his balance, and Ji Yanzhi slammed him onto the floor.
Still furious, Ji Yanzhi was about to drag him back up when Shen Mu Lan hurriedly wrapped his arms around his waist. "Calm down! Stop fighting. This is a hospital!"
Ji Yanzhi was just about to pry the arms off his waist when Qin Zaiye got to his feet.
He swept a cold glance over Shen Mu Lan, knowing he was the one who had tripped him.
"You abused your authority to settle a personal score and left Ji Ting like this, and you still have the nerve to come here?!" The fire blazing in Ji Yanzhi's chest burned in his eyes. "I'm telling you, Qin Zaiye, if you think you can brush this whole thing aside with an apology, dream on!"
"I didn't abuse my authority to settle a personal score," Qin Zaiye said without a trace of emotion.
"You..."
Ji Yanzhi tried to surge forward again. Shen Mu Lan hastily tightened his arms and shouted at Qin Zaiye, "Just leave! Do you want another fight?"
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