In the guest room on the first floor.
Sun Zhe looked at Qi Xue sitting in a wheelchair, his expression growing more complex.
"I really didn't expect that you and Shuang'er were childhood friends. The circle of rich people in Kyoto is indeed small."
Qi Xue looked away, expressionless, "I didn't expect someone like you to be Yueshuang's..."
Sun Zhe interrupted her, smiled, and asked, "What kind of person am I?"
"Forget it." Qi Xue snorted lightly, "Just leave in a while. I know you won't treat me."
Sun Zhe laughed, "Actually, your injury can be healed. When I broke your bones earlier, I held back and didn't destroy your Dantian either."
Qi Xue: "..."
Sun Zhe looked at her, half-smiling, "I am not as ruthless as you. You should be glad that the martial arts platform rules do not allow killing, otherwise I would have really killed you."
Qi Xue bowed her head, "Are you willing to treat me?"
Sun Zhe answered without hesitation: "Not willing."
"You..."
