"Ah!?"
Lin Fengjiao looked at Li Zheng lying on the medical bed: "Then, why did Li Zheng pretend his injury wasn't serious just now?"
"Why else?" Xiao Siyuan casually summoned a small metal bottle, tapped Li Zheng's chin, and said, "Open your mouth."
Li Zheng obediently opened his mouth. As the non-Newtonian fluid from the small bottle poured into his mouth, Xiao Siyuan took out various medical tools to treat Li Zheng and said casually, "You see, every time Phoenix Mountain comes for treatment, the actual condition is several times more serious than he says! Why else would he do that? He doesn't want others to worry about him."
"Men... they just care about face."
"Not really, I'm not as superficial as Phoenix Mountain." Li Zheng lay back and said slowly, "Mostly it's because we were in the middle of a battle, and after being kicked, it hurt a bit, which affected my performance, so instinctively I used cold to numb the pain until the discomfort subsided."
