Dai Zhiqiang tried to move his hand but found it difficult to do so. His upper arms felt sore, and the lower arms were hurting like a hundred needles pricked it.
"You landed on the terrible spot after you got attacked. Don't move your hand too much, or you will pry your wound open again." Ye Huizhong discouraged him from clenching and opening his hands.
"Is it because I landed on fragments of glass?"
"So you are aware. Be careful in choosing the place where you passed out next time."
"I was about to lose my consciousness. How can I have leisure time to think about that?"
"Even if you don't have time, you still have to make sure you are in a safe place before you let your guard down. Trust me, you don't want your enemy to catch you while in the most vulnerable state."
Dai Zhiqiang didn't answer his boss' advice and asked instead, "Is there any telephone I can use, then?"
