Under Wei Song’s lead, several cars twisted and turned through the streets until they finally found a clinic that was still open.
A group of guys stormed in, startling the doctor on duty.
"What’s going on with you all? I can’t handle serious injuries here! If it’s serious, you’d better go straight to the city hospital!"
Zhang Yang grinned: "No worries, it looks bloody, but it’s not our blood! We just have a few minor cuts and some bruises. Just need a simple check and treatment!"
Hearing Zhang Yang’s words, the doctor finally relaxed a little: "Alright then, who’s the most serious? One at a time, I’ll give you a simple treatment!"
Zhang Yang didn’t move, gesturing with his chin at the War God, Wang Yan: "Hey Yan, you first!"
Wang Yan didn’t hold back either, nodded and followed the doctor to the nearby operating table.
Under everyone’s gaze, Wang Yan took off his blood-stained battle robe, revealing a not-so-bulky but well-defined upper body.
Wow, it didn’t seem like much, but once the clothes were off, you could see bruises and blood swellings on the chest, shoulders, arms, and back, seven or eight areas in total. During the fight, he charged around like nothing was wrong, relying purely on his physique to withstand it.
"For your condition, you need to ice it! Otherwise, it’ll be even more swollen and bruised tomorrow! Got into a fight, right?" The doctor immediately saw what was going on.
Wang Yan shrugged it off, saying nonchalantly: "It’s fine, I used to fight often. For these surface injuries, just rub some red flower oil and it’s fine! Help me with this cut on my face!"
"Alright! It’s a bit scabbed, needs to be disinfected again, it might sting a bit, bear with it!"
"No worries, it’s fine!"
However, within three seconds, when the disinfectant hit the wound and the cotton swab began its work, Wang Yan couldn’t hold back and let out a howl.
"Damn, Yan, you okay?" Zhang Yang was startled.
"Damn it! It hurts like hell! This cut on my face won’t scar, right?" Wang Yan, even at this point, was concerned about his looks.
"It’s not too deep, should be fine, but don’t let it get wet for the next few days! It’s hot and can’t be bandaged, I’ll give you some iodine, make sure to apply it every day, and don’t pick at it when it scabs over, and there shouldn’t be any issue! Can you handle it? There’s another round of cleaning to go, irregular wounds are prone to foreign objects!"
"I can handle it, bring it on!"
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After more than an hour of work, everyone’s external injuries were finally simply treated.
At the police station, everyone didn’t think there was any problem, but after being examined over here, they realized the injuries were more serious than initially thought.
Everyone had bruises, and nearly everyone’s knuckles and fists were hurt too. Fighting isn’t just about skill but also strength. None of them were trained in professional combat, so in a fight, they couldn’t care to protect themselves, relying purely on brute force to get through it.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, all sorts of aftereffects slowly came back, and they winced in pain during the check-ups and treatments.
After dealing with the external injuries, Zhang Yang got up to settle the bill, and then they all left the clinic. It was already midnight by this time.
As they stepped out of the clinic, Wei Song, feeling a bit embarrassed, said: "It’s really frustrating. I meant to treat you well, and it ended up ! Sorry about that, guys!"
"If you all aren’t leaving in a hurry, let’s meet up again tomorrow at noon since we didn’t have enough fun tonight. I’ll treat everyone to some tender beef!"
In fact, today’s conflict had nothing to do with Wei Song, but he didn’t stand by idly. When Little Brother Ma came in with people, Wei Song was the first to stand up and use his influence to try and resolve things, but Little Brother Ma didn’t care and still got physical.
Once the fighting started, Wei Song didn’t sit back either. On one side, he had the ungrateful ones, and on the other, the friends he was hosting. So without hesitation, he jumped into the fight as well, getting some injuries himself.
Zhang Yang saw all this. Each type of person does what that type of person does. Wei Song’s personal career just started to pick up this year, and him being able to stick with the group through thick and thin was already very admirable.
"Brother Song, why say that? This situation wasn’t caused by you. You got caught up with us! Don’t have any guilt about this! If nothing else, we’ll head back tomorrow morning as we have lots of work back at the company!"
"Having fought side by side with you, we’ve turned from friends to comrades. If you ever come to W City, let me know. I’m not one for pretense; we’ll keep in touch!"
"We’ll talk about it when the opportunity arises. It’s late now, I’m heading off first, you all be safe! Call me if there’s anything! My wife has already called several times; I’ll get yelled at if I’m home too late!"
"Got it, you take care too!"
On the main road outside the clinic, after saying goodbye to Wei Song, Zhang Yang and the others went their separate ways, each heading home.
After watching Wei Song’s car drive off, Zhang Yang called over his group to get in the van: "Stop standing around, let’s head back to the hotel! Are you all full? Shall we find a place to grab a bite?"
"There’s a barbecue stand across from the hotel, let’s go get some late-night snacks!"
They quickly came to an agreement, and the vehicle headed towards the hotel.
While Zhang Yang and his group were on their way back after treating their wounds, Little Brother Ma and Qian Wenjun also left the police station.