"You're not my match!" Xiao Lin didn't oppose the gentleman's counterattack. His left shoulder ached a little, but it didn't affect his ability to move.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lin made a graceful twist in mid-air, his right knee slamming heavily into the gentleman's right cheek. The latter staggered and fell onto the bed, unable to get up for a moment.
"I advise you not to engage in any more strenuous activity. You're well aware of your physical condition, especially your head." Xiao Lin withdrew from combat mode, folding his arms as he stood in front of the gentleman.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The gentleman held his head with one hand, shaking it vigorously, and another wave of dizziness almost sent him collapsing onto the bed again.
"If we haven't guessed wrong, you've suffered a severe head injury. From the earliest headaches to now dizziness, and your facial muscles are showing signs of uncontrolled movement—isn't that so?"
