"What could possibly have happened?" Fang Dalang had just come to the kitchen to find his mother when he overheard the last part of the conversation and couldn't help but interject, "Mom, that kid is just fooling you all. Although that injury looks serious, it's really nothing—a bruise that will fade over time. It neither broke any bones nor damaged any internal organs."
Fang Dalang was a burly man and had already become an expert at slaughtering sheep.
Not only did he have to slaughter sheep, but he also had to herd them. Of course, since his dad was still in the prime of health, his main job at the moment was herding, which was why he often got injured.
After being injured numerous times, he had gained experience. He had seen Zhou SiLang lifting his clothes in the courtyard to gain sympathy, and truth be told, he knew at a glance that the injury was not serious.
Severe injuries usually meant one wouldn't be able to leave the old doctor's house.