"Well...if you have any problems, just let me know. If it really doesn't work, we can go to the hospital!" Ye Xin said worriedly, blushing.
"Don't worry, I'm a doctor myself. You should go to bed early!" Yang Chen replied with a bitter smile.
He could sense that Ye Xin was very strong, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle. He could tell that Ye Xin was experiencing significant physical issues. He wasn't sure what exactly the problem was, but hurting him was definitely not Ye Xin's intention.
He sighed helplessly, realizing that he had to bear the injuries on his own.
...
At six o'clock the next morning.
Yang Chen stretched lazily, stood up, and felt refreshed. The injuries inside his body had been temporarily suppressed, but he couldn't engage in strenuous activities. According to his calculations, if he exerted more than ten percent of his usual power, it might aggravate the injuries.
Three months of progress had been set back to the beginning by Ye Xin's single strike.
