As each needle was inserted, Bai Da screamed in agony, unable to bear more than five.
The pain was truly unbearable—every slight movement would pull at them, exacerbating his suffering.
Bai Da had not expected the pain to be so intense that he wished for death to come immediately.
Each of his legs had two needles, and he could no longer stand; any movement was excruciating.
There was also one in his left hand, but now his right hand felt as if it had been severed...
He tried to endure it, to experience the pain Xingxing endured. But in less than five minutes, he couldn’t bear it any longer and began to call out for help.
"Save me, please save me?"
The nurse had waited a long time before finally coming to turn on the light, looking at Bai Da who was wailing in pain.
"What’s wrong with you? This is a hospital; please don’t cause a disturbance for no reason, okay? Think about the other patients, would you?"
The nurse seemed oblivious to his agony and started scolding him instead.
At that moment, Bai Da was in so much pain he could hardly speak; his mouth trembled...
"You’re fine, right? Then I’m leaving. Don’t make any more noise, the doctor will discharge you tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Bai Da was to be taken away too.
No, no, no, how could he be fine? He was in so much pain he could barely breathe.
Was the nurse blind? How could she not see the extent of his agony?
What should he do? He couldn’t speak because of the pain.
Bai Da was in extreme pain, not moving hurt terribly, but moving hurt even more.
He wanted to call the nurse again but the pain rendered him voiceless.
This night was an endless ordeal, every second was torture.
So, needles could bring such agony.
The next second, he had no time to think anymore; it was just too painful.
Bai Da longed for someone, anyone, to discover his pain.
The nurse had really not seen it? Impossible, she must have done it intentionally. Such scum should also experience the pain of these needles.
The night was still so long...
Yet Bai Zhi was happy because her aunt seemed about to stop being single...
Today, her aunt accompanied Bai Zhi, while Li Mo kept coming in, stealing glances at Bai Xin.
Bai Xin glared at Li Mo, who just started to chuckle. Something was going on.
But Bai Zhi wouldn’t ask her aunt. Because her aunt was shy and it was still early.
Her aunt had her own job now, doing what she loved. Why should she have to remarry? Wasn’t she happy living alone?
Clearly, Bai Xin thought the same, and even more so. Being divorced, she was seen as ’second-hand’ in the eyes of others—surely no one would like her.
Li Mo was young and successful; he could have any girl he wanted. Why her?
That’s why she kept sending him away.
But Li Mo was thick-skinned, always claiming he was just checking on Bai Zhi’s condition.
On his tenth visit, Bai Zhi couldn’t take it anymore.
"Uncle Li Mo, if you’re not going to sleep, I need to. Please, don’t come so often. My condition is stable; there’s no need to worry..."
Li Mo: "..."—Why did he feel there was an underlying message? Are kids these days really that sharp?
"I’m sorry Xingxing, you rest, okay?"
All Li Mo could do was give Bai Xin an awkward look and leave.
Last night he had a bit to drink, perhaps the courage from the alcohol, so he confessed his feelings— a real confession.
He liked Bai Xin, from his youthful days to now. He had been late once before, and now he didn’t want to be late again.