"Bro, it's my butt that hurts and I can't walk; my hand is fine."
Suddenly, as Kang Zhirong began talking back, the anger that had dissipated in Du Heng's heart gathered once again.
Glaring at Kang Zhirong with a stern face, Du Heng reached out and turned him around. "Lie prone and let me see why your butt hurts."
Speaking and acting simultaneously, he gave Kang Zhirong no chance to resist.
"Bro, Dean, don't do this!" Kang Zhirong immediately panicked at Du Heng's actions.
"What do you mean, don't do this? Hurry up and let me take a look. We need to make sure you haven't broken any bones."
"Don't!" Holding the small camera in one hand, Kang Zhirong clutched his waistband with the other. "Bro, the car just clipped me; I flipped over and landed on my butt.
I didn't land on it hard, and I didn't hit anything. I'm fine."
Du Heng looked at Kang Zhirong with amusement. "Are you sure I don't need to take a look?"
"No need, really no need." Kang Zhirong was genuinely scared.
