Xu Xiangbei, with a playful smile, waved at the two burly men.
The two burly men, lacking Xu Xiangbei's keen eyesight, were unable to see his face clearly in the dimly lit corridor. Mistaking him for a friend, they also smiled and waved back.
When Xu Xiangbei walked up to them and they saw his face clearly, they realized it was the kid who had dislocated their arms that night.
Their faces turned pale with fright, their legs went weak, and they retreated several steps, staring at Xu Xiangbei in horror.
They still remembered how Xu Xiangbei had dislocated their arms, and just thinking about it made their arms ache faintly.
One of them, mustering the courage, asked, "Is it you? What do you want?"
Xu Xiangbei pressed a finger to his lips and, with a cheeky grin, said, "Shh, keep it down. The hospital forbids making noise. Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble; I'm here to visit a patient."
