The clothes in the ward were probably already thrown away by them, so Luo Chao didn't bother to look for them. He just closed the door and went to the first floor to settle the bill and get discharged.
After exchanging a glance, the middle-aged man said coldly, "I just accidentally tripped while walking, and he said I'm going to die. He better not let me see him again, or I'll definitely find someone to break his legs."
"Exactly," the middle-aged woman snorted, then sweetly said, "Honey, how did you suddenly trip and break your hand?"
"How did I fall?" It was the first time someone asked this after the injury, and the middle-aged man's face stiffened. Of course, he knew why he fell—it was as if his legs went weak, not because someone bumped him, or he tripped over something.
Sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead, and he rushed out of the ward to find his attending doctor: "Doctor, I'd like to get a brain MRI."
