After parting with the Prince of Badong, Wang Yang halted his horse, gritted his teeth, held his right arm against his side, closed his eyes, and leaned over, tumbling off the horse!
But before he could hit the ground, a hand caught him and set him upright again.
Wang Yang: Huh?
"What's wrong?" Chen Qing Shan asked anxiously.
"Nothing. I need to take a fall. Don't catch me this time," Wang Yang said with a smile.
Wang Yang summoned his courage and tilted sideways, then... was propped upright again.
Wang Yang: (⊙_⊙)
"You could easily break your arm like that." Chen Qing Shan stubbornly stopped him.
"It's not like I'm falling off a galloping horse. Surely it won't be that bad." Wang Yang knew falling from a horse was dangerous, which was why he had deliberately halted his horse before trying.
"But landing on your right arm in that position could easily break the bone," Chen Qing Shan explained earnestly.
A fracture?
Then forget it. No need to go that far.
Wang Yang humbly asked for advice. "Then what position would let me avoid injuring the tendons or bones, but still make my right arm look like I hurt it in a fall?"
"Well..." Chen Qing Shan considered it seriously. "You don't necessarily have to fall. A blow could produce the same effect."
"Would a blow look the same as a fall? Could someone tell?"
"With the right touch, and after waiting just under an hour, no one would be able to tell."
"Good!" Wang Yang extended his arm and averted his eyes, looking like a hero marching to his execution. "Hit me!"
"Now?"
"Yes."
Wang Yang waited seven or eight seconds, then urged her, "Do it!"
"It will hurt."
"That's fine! Come on!" Wang Yang pushed his arm a