Chapter 650

Ning Zhao looked at the clueless Song Ye, then turned to Feng Jiacheng, "What about Jiacheng? Haven't you got one either?" Feeling a sheen of sweat form instantly on his forehead, Feng Jiacheng wished Song Ye could knock him out one more time. Eventually, Feng Jiacheng fetched a hot towel to dab Ning Zhao's face. Ning Zhao cradled his chin, claiming his head was falling off. Song Ye was a mix of frustration and amusement. "Shall I find a doctor for you?" he suggested. But Ning Zhao, in his stubbornness, retorted, "I am a doctor myself! Why would I need another?" Song Ye couldn't help but burst into laughter again. Feng Jiacheng pondered for a moment before saying, "The hotel has a resident doctor in case of emergencies. I’ve heard he is trained in Chinese massage therapy. Shall we call him to give you a massage?" Ning Zhao thought that sounded quite reasonable. Just as Feng Jiacheng had dialed for the doctor, the doorbell rang not long after. Song Ye went to answer it, only to be taken