Chapter 957: Wouldn't you be laughed at to death?

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

Cheng An's tone was relaxed, with a bit of casual certainty between his brows, a look of being well-prepared.

Bai Lianghe said to Shen Xing: "You don't need to worry about that kind of person, it's time to let him learn a lesson."

"I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about Brother Cheng An," Shen Xing hurriedly explained, his tone full of genuine worry. "Ou Wen deserves it, I'm just afraid Brother Cheng An will be too ruthless and end up implicating himself."

Several girls beside them nodded in agreement upon hearing this, their eyes full of approval. Cheng An saw it in his eyes, felt a warmth in his heart for no reason, couldn't help but curl his lips, and comforted: "Don't worry, I might not be good at other things, but for this kind of thing, I have plenty of experience, it definitely won't go wrong."

And in the infirmary at this time, Ou Wen was howling in pain, and the shrill cry could be heard clearly through the door panel.

Several teammates guarding the door frowned tightly, their faces full of lingering fear, whispering to each other.

"Should be fine, right? Isn't his face just a bit swollen?" Someone muttered in a low voice, his tone uncertain.

"Damn, he wouldn't have knocked his teeth out, right?" Another person lowered his voice, his tone hiding a bit of panic.

"If he really lost his teeth, that would be a minor injury! Can we call the police and have that big guy arrested?"

"It's impossible to lose teeth, I just looked specifically, Wen Ge's mouth isn't even bleeding."

The few people gathered together, their voices extremely low, but the howling of Ou Wen coming from the infirmary still stimulated their nerves from time to time, making their hearts tighten one after another.

For a long time, Ou Wen's painful groans gradually weakened and subsided.

In the infirmary, he had long been covered in tears and saliva. The doctor picked up a tissue, simply wiped it for him, and then said in a flat tone: "It's fine, it's just a dislocated jaw, it's already been reset for you, there's no major problem."

In this club, players fighting and getting injured to come to the infirmary for treatment was already a common occurrence. The doctor had seen a lot, so he was not surprised, and was too lazy to ask any extra questions.

Half of Ou Wen's face was swollen high, like a steamed bun. He stretched out his finger to point at his cheek, his speech becoming slurred and his tongue thick as he asked: "My, my face, what should I do?"

"I'll prescribe you some external medicine. After you go back, cooperate with ice compresses, and the swelling will slowly subside. Eat a light diet for these few days, and you can recover faster," the doctor said while getting up to get the medicine.

Turning around to see Ou Wen's face swollen out of shape, the doctor still couldn't help but sigh lightly and advised: "Don't always fight at every turn in the future. Your hands are used for playing games and achieving results, not for being competitive and hurting people. It's fortunate that it only hurt your face today; if it hurt your hands, what will you do in the future?"

After speaking, he threw the medicine to Ou Wen and added: "When the medicine is used up, come back to me to prescribe more."

When Ou Wen walked out of the infirmary, the teammates guarding outside immediately swarmed up, asking questions one after another.

"Wen Ge, are you okay?"

"Should we go to the hospital for another check-up and get an injury report?"

"Right, go to the hospital for an injury report, we can't just let it go like this!"

Ou Wen was full of anger and glared at them fiercely. That look was terrifyingly sharp, and the few people instantly fell silent, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.

After a long while, they heard him roar with slurred speech: "Report an injury my ass! The doctor said it's fine! You all keep your mouths shut, whoever dares to spread what happened today, I won't spare him!" ===== CHAPTER 958 =====