But his health insurance had lapsed, and a trip to the emergency room would cost him at least a year's pay.
"It's nothing serious, just some swelling." It had been a day, after all.
Chen Yu grabbed the man's arm. "Byron, hold him."
Nelson and the others had also been roped in by the team to help.
Byron Howard stepped forward and held the middle-aged man tightly.
"This will hurt a little. I'm going to count to three."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, a look of panic on his face.
"One, two..."
With a sharp CRACK, Chen Yu gave the man's arm a sudden pull and push.
The middle-aged man screamed. 'I thought you were going to count to three!'
"There. Try moving your shoulder," Chen Yu said, pulling his hands back.
Still stunned, the middle-aged man moved his shoulder and was amazed to find his arm could move again.
"I'm all better!" His face was filled with elation.
