New Job

"Ouch…" Bobby exclaimed when Zhao Rui applied a black-colored medical paste onto his waist.

I looked at his waist and said, "Come on, Bobby. Your injury doesn't look that bad."

The right side of his waist had some blue-black marks, but other than that, nothing else.

"Sam, I promise you, when I get better…Ouch!"

Before Bobby could finish, Zhao Rui applied her last touch on the injured area.

The pain made him arch his back and cry out loud.

I shook my head, lit up a cigarette, and passed it to him.

He took it, drew in all the harmful chemicals, and puffed it out in relief.

"Ok, I'm done. Just remember, no vigorous exercise for the next few days." Zhao Rui wiped her hands as she briefed Bobby on what not to do.

"No vigorous exercise? Does sex count as vigorous exercise?" Bobby said with a concerned look.

I smirked and hit him on the back of his head, "What are you talking about? As if you're getting action."