Well, isn't this just great.
The situation has suddenly changed.
Back in Baldet, Wu Jie's life was in his own hands.
But here, his own life is now in the grip of Wu Jie.
What's worse is...
Wu Jie is clearly the murderer, the devil, the despicable scoundrel incessantly tormenting him.
Yet those around him are clueless, thinking instead that Wu Jie is treating him.
His own private doctor not only failed to see the issue, damn it, he even applauded Wu Jie for his efforts.
I am the fish on the chopping block, and others, the knife and cleaver.
This change in status, this helpless and miserable state, is infuriating and regrettable beyond measure.
Thinking of this, Abulaxi really wants to leap up.
First, to smack his private doctor dead, chop off his hands, gouge out his eyes—how could he be so blind and applaud?
Then tie Wu Jie to the bed, and give him acupuncture and electrotherapy, let him feel the torturous pain that makes life not worth living.
If only...
