Song Yan washed off the blood around the wound with purified water, sterilized the wound with iodophor and wrapped the wound with bandage.
"Nailed it. You'd better not fight against others in a couple of days; otherwise, your wound might break." Song Yan urged.
The woman put on her leather coat, uttering no word.
"My name is Song Yan. What's yours?" Song Yan asked as he put the things into the first-aid box
"I told you, curiosity kills the cat!" The woman answered in a cold voice.
"Never mind." Song Yan puckered his lips mumbling as he picked up the box and returned it to the boss.
At 6 AM, Song Yan woke up in the chair, and the woman was still asleep. He walked out of the room in silence, bought some breakfast at a nearby restaurant and returned. He put the breakfast and some bills on the table.
After he got out of the room, she opened her eyes. Obviously, she was pretending to be asleep. She had mixed feelings when looking at the breakfast and money on the table.
Song Yan returned to his dorm and went to bed. He woke up at noon. The woman's face crossed his mind, and he wanted to go back to the motel. But on second thought, he didn't go there.
They had only met by chance, and he had done everything called for by humanity and duty. If he got involved in her private affairs, he would cause big troubles for his uncle and himself.
Song Yan proceeded to the boxing school at 2 PM.
The Zhao Boxing School also served as a gym. There were less people in the afternoon than in the evening.
"Song Yan, I haven't seen you for a couple of days." He Yong greeted him warmly.
He Yong was Zhao Fengyang's eldest disciple and was a martial artist. Before Song Yan mastered the Intermediate Stamina, he was no match for Zhao Fengyang and could only fight against him for about 20 to 30 movements. But now, Song Yan was confident to defeat him within 5 movements.
"Long time no see. I've been busy studying recently. By the way, is Master Zhao still working as the martial arts guidance for the movie?"
"I had a phone call with Master last night. The filming will be finished in a week."
A week passed quickly. Song Yan decided to exchange martial arts experience with him after he was back.
Song Yan started to exercise.
"Song Yan, come with me. I have something to tell you." Zhao Xiaoyu said as she came up to him.
Song Yan followed her to an office and closed the door. Zhao Xiaoyu stated, "I told my brother that you wanted to learn from him. He is willing to teach you the three unique skills of Zhao Boxing Art on the premise that you must be his disciple."
Song Yan didn't think he was weaker than Zhao Fengyang now, so he was not willing to be his disciple. Even if Zhao Fengyang was stronger than he was, he would easily overtake Zhao Fengyang if he got the Advanced Stamina. Song Yan refused to be the disciple of a man who was weaker than he was.
Therefore, Song Yan spoke to Zhao Xiaoyu, "Sister Xiaoyu, you got me wrong. I was just kidding last time."
"Song Yan, what do you mean by that? You don't want to be my brother's disciple, huh?" Zhao Xiaoyu's face soured at his words. Obviously, she was angered.
Song Yan nodded after a short hesitation.
"Get out of the office!" she shouted, fuming as she pointed to the door.
Song Yan didn't know why she was so angry. He gave an awkward smile and left the office.
After he was gone, Zhao Xiaoyu scolded in a loud voice, "You are such an ungrateful brat!"