"Injured and still drinking?"
"I had a bit last night."
"A bit? You still smell like alcohol." Zhou Zhongqing sighed, "You Jiang brothers are quite something, constantly harming your own bodies. Have you been taking any anti-inflammatory medication?"
"No."
"I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory and bruise-healing ointment for you. You should avoid alcohol for now."
"Thank you, uncle Zhou." Jiang Chengsi smiled, "By the way, can you take a look here? It hurts a lot." He pointed to a spot on his scalp.
"What happened here?" Zhou Zhongqing briefly examined it and raised an eyebrow, "Who did this? Beating you up for the common good?"
"..."
More than one impact injury, not self-inflicted, likely done by someone else. Even by accident, it wouldn't happen this many times; it looked intentional.
Zhou Zhongqing also instinctively felt that someone had beaten him.
"How do you feel? Any dizziness? I suggest you get an image taken, you might have a concussion."
