"Pfft!"
Zhong Shenxiu tried to hold it in, but he couldn't help it and laughed.
He looked at the big man sitting next to him and said earnestly, "Uncle Niu, I know... but since I was little, I only knew how to practice martial arts. While others played, I practiced martial arts, while others went to school, I practiced martial arts. I've dedicated over ten years of my life to martial arts. What else can I do now?"
Beside his hospital bed sat a man in his forties, tall and strong, dressed in a jacket and jeans, with rough skin on his face, and features that seemed haphazardly shaped by the creator, but his eyes were filled with concern.
Upon hearing this, the man was momentarily stunned, then stood up and dropped a line, "I've paid the medical bills for you. Remember to come back for a meal after you've been discharged, you little stinker."
Zhong Shenxiu watched Uncle Niu's figure leave, recalling Hua Wu's life.
He was an orphan, adopted by Uncle Niu since he was young.
