Chapter 35: This Is Not a Man to Mess With
As soon as the group of people appeared, John immediately sensed they were in cahoots with the old woman.
This wasn't some simple accident—it was blackmail.
After thinking for a moment, John squatted down beside the old woman and said calmly, "Well, I don't think you're injured."
"That's what you say," the old woman snapped, glaring at him. "I only trust the hospital to tell me if I'm hurt or not. You've got two choices—either cough up ten or twenty thousand dollars to take me to the hospital for a full-body examination, or hand over a few thousand now and we settle it privately. Your call."
John smirked. "What a coincidence. My sister and I are both doctors. No need to go to the hospital. I'll examine you right here."
"A doctor?" The old woman's heart skipped a beat. Damn. Just my luck to run into professionals.
But she quickly composed herself, scowling. "I don't believe you. Even if you are a doctor, can you diagnose internal injuries with your bare eyes? I'm in serious pain! My injuries are on the inside—do you understand?"
"Oh?" John raised an eyebrow. "Then how do you know you've got internal injuries? From what I can see, you look completely fine."
His tone was light, almost teasing, but it only infuriated the old woman more. "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?! I can't move! My whole body hurts! What else could it be if not internal injuries?!"
She let out another exaggerated groan.
John, wearing a faint smile, suddenly and discreetly pressed a specific acupuncture point on her body—so subtle no one even noticed.