At the hospital, they registered and got checked. Thankfully, none of these people had serious issues, just some superficial skin injuries.
Cheng Yue's injuries were the worst. He had two bloody noses, a swollen lump on his forehead, and one of his eyes had taken a punch, turning the surrounding area purple and bruised, a sight of complete disarray.
An Ping and Song Fei's conditions were lighter, both of them sporting some colorful marks on their faces.
Even though it was a fight, Cheng Yue still showed some mercy. If he had really let loose, An Ping and Song Fei combined would not have been able to match him.
But if he had truly gone all out, he feared An Hao might never pay attention to him again.
Exiting the hospital entrance, An Hao proposed to go for a meal with An Ping and Song Fei, as they also had to discuss business in the afternoon.
Glancing at Cheng Yue's pitiful state, An Hao couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "Are you okay?"