"What's wrong?" Wang Tai asked with concern.
"Nothing." Wang Yang forced a faint smile and picked up the brush again as though steeling himself. His arm trembled slightly, his expression pained. He made one crooked stroke, then cried, "Ow!" Clutching his arm, he said, "Clan Uncle, I hurt my arm in a fall. I can't write for now. We'd better have someone else write it down while I dictate."
Wang Tai looked worried. "My worthy nephew, that injury sounds serious. You need a medical practitioner to examine it promptly. Don't let it go untreated!" He turned to Poker Face. "Wu Qian, don't you know something about bone and wrist injuries? Hurry and take a look at my nephew."
Wang Yang hesitated. "There's no need, is there? It's just a little bruised and swollen. It doesn't hurt unless I exert myself, so it should be nothing serious."
Wang Tai insisted, "No, no! How can you judge something like this by how it feels?"
Poker Face stepped forward. "Please extend your arm, Young Master."
"Sorry for the trouble, then." Supporting his right arm with his left hand, Wang Yang slowly extended it.
Poker Face pulled back his sleeve, revealing a patch of bruising along the side of his arm that extended behind his elbow and had already begun to swell.
Expressionlessly, he pressed twice around the bruise with his fingers. Wang Yang immediately sucked in a breath of pain.
Wang Tai said, "Be gentler! How is it?"
Poker Face withdrew his hand and reported, "It is an injury from a fall, but-"
Wang Tai gave Poker Face an exasperated look and interrupted, "We already know how he was injured! Just tell me whether it's serious, whether the bone is damaged, and how it should be treated."
"It isn't serious. Neither the tendons