Wu Xiaoyu, who was treating Li Qianqian's injury, heard his provocation, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't like accepting disciples. If I manage to heal her, how about you call me daddy?"
The onlookers, hearing their bet, became even more interested and started egging them on, "Bet with him... Bet with him! Anyway, he can't heal her!"
The man had just seen that Li Qianqian's ankle was swollen and red, and had already determined that her injury was not light, at least a muscle strain.
How could a muscle strain be cured in no time? He was obviously bluffing. What was there to be afraid of?
"Alright! If you can't heal her, you call me daddy, how about that?" The man sneered at Wu Xiaoyu and said.
Li Qianqian, seeing that Wu Xiaoyu was making a father-son bet with the man, enthusiastically shouted, "Bet with him... Bet with him..."
