His waist hit first, then his head bumped on it as well. Because he hit a sharp object, his head immediately got a bloody wound, and blood started flowing down his face.
"Husband!"
Mrs. Li's face turned pale with fright. She hurried over to help her husband stand up, took a tissue from her bag, pressed it against his wound, and asked, "Are you okay? There's so much blood..."
"I'm fine." Mr. Li stood up again, as if the wound on his head was no threat to him. He covered the wound with his hand and instructed Mrs. Li, "You take our son out first. Ask him if anything else feels uncomfortable. If it does, take him to the medical room for a check-up, and I'll meet you in a while."
Mrs. Li refused, "No way, I'm not leaving. Husband, don't confront him head-on. Don't you have several friends living nearby? Call them for help! If that doesn't work, we can hire some thugs. You don't need to do this yourself! Look at you, you're hurt this bad, stop trying to be a hero!"
