When Lin Feng appeared in the emergency room, Shen Congwen was busy stitching up a young man's head wound from a fight.
The young man looked to be just over twenty, without much meat on his bones, and was currently gritting his teeth and wincing as he endured Shen Congwen's "torture!"
"Is it really that exaggerated? I've already given you anesthesia! You shouldn't be feeling so much pain!" Shen Congwen said as he stitched.
"Who says it doesn't hurt? Ouch! Hey, doctor, can you give me more anesthesia? Ouch, it's killing me!" As soon as the young man heard Shen Congwen's words, he exaggerated a few painful expressions and spoke.
"Alright! It's done!" Shen Congwen snipped off the final thread and began to tidy up as he said, "You think anesthesia is silver, or what? That you can have as much as you want? Besides, I didn't hear you yelp in pain when you were fighting, and now, even with anesthesia, you can't handle a few stitches? You should probably stop playing the hero next time!"
