He was furious, unable to consciously accept what was happening to him. What exactly had happened? Why had nobody come to inquire about his condition?
Others didn't come, but what about Ding Yi, the security captain who usually cared the most about him?
Why wasn't he sent to the hospital? It seemed now that his condition had worsened significantly.
He was extremely angry, his body shaking from time to time, but it was an unconscious tremor.
Outside the door, there were shadows moving and voices could be heard, but he didn't know what they were saying.
They must know he was inside, but they remained indifferent.
Rage and resentment, confusion and pain kept Yao Long struggling and subconsciously resisting.
This was the third day. He didn't know he could hold on for so long, nor did he know how much longer he could last.
Gradually, the sounds from outside grew silent.
Thump, thump, thump... thump, thump... thump, thump...
