Chiyin saw his emotions had stabilized, picked up his coat with a large hand, and stood up, saying:
"Once you've thought it through, take action. Get treatment if needed, remedy what needs remedying, stop whining here like a woman. Next time, I'll only wake you up with my fists and won't bother wasting so many words on you."
"Fourth Brother, you're my real brother, you have to cover for me."
Fan Ju rolled off the hospital bed and quickly caught up to him:
"Fourth Brother, let me be your driver this time, and you can give me some more advice along the way..."
"Get lost."
"Don't be so heartless, feed me some more 'soul chicken soup', maybe I won't even need medicine."
Chiyin stepped into the elevator, and Fan Ju followed right behind.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Fan Ju coughed seriously and said earnestly:
"Fourth Brother, there's one more thing, help me one last time."
Chiyin frowned, clearly annoyed, and looked at Fan Ju, speaking sparingly:
"Speak."
