"You little rascal, stop with the nonsense. Back when that kid Wang Yumin came to me after a fight, he said the same thing."
Uncle Huang jokingly scolded.
Ye Chen couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry; he really was being a good Samaritan.
Why doesn't Uncle Huang believe him?
He never dined and dashed.
Just as Ye Chen was about to speak, Uncle Huang wiped his flour-covered right hand across his chest and suddenly grabbed Ye Chen's left arm.
"Huang..."
Before Ye Chen could even say "Uncle," he heard a "crack" sound, and his arm was set back in place.
Looking at his fully healed left hand, Ye Chen was shocked.
Damn, that was fast, was it really fixed already?
Ye Chen thought that Uncle Huang shouldn't run a restaurant anymore; he should open a clinic specializing in bone setting - business would be booming.
Last time, Ye Chen's bone was also set while he was conscious, but he was distracted then and didn't remember it well.
