Young Master Feng had scraped his face. His knees were covered by his trousers, so he couldn't see them, but they had to be swollen. He could feel fierce waves of pain coming one after another.
The man whose car had sideswiped Feng Yueshan's had been scared witless. He stood off to the side, pale-faced and apologizing over and over.
"Got a mirror?" Feng Yueshan touched his face. One spot hurt as soon as he touched it.
In the end, his friend borrowed a little mirror from the woman who had come with him.
"Holy shit..." Feng Yueshan was stunned. "A bruise this big? What am I supposed to tell my dad if he asks? You trying to disfigure me?"
The man looked ready to bash his head against the ground. "Young Master Feng, I'm sorry! Seriously! Whatever you want me to do to make this right, I'll do it!"
"Do what? It's not like I can't take a loss." Feng Yueshan could tell he hadn't done it on purpose. Otherwise, he would have already thrown a punch. "Racing's risky to begin with. It's not your fault."
"Why don't we go have Young Master Ning take a look?"
Feng Yueshan scowled. "Go to Ning Sixian? So he can turn a minor injury into a serious illness? He might send me straight to the ICU."
"..."
Feng Yueshan sat off to the side and rested for a while, making sure he wasn't dizzy or nauseous. But he still looked alarming enough that he went to the city hospital.
After a round of examinations, his meniscus fortunately turned out to be fine. He had just bruised the bone. The injury to his face was even less serious, but because it was so visible, it looked frightening.
Young Master Feng paid the price