"Anesthetic! Nurse, give me an anesthetic!"
Duan Shujie curled up on the floor, crying out in pain as tears sprung from his eyes. His forehead was drenched with sweat as he yelled, driven by his instinct for survival.
Duan Qianming, grinding his molars, kicked his son and said, "Useless fool, do you want to embarrass us further? Get up and thank Ms. Rong!"
With that kick, Duan Shujie suddenly felt the pain in his body starting to fade. He moved his legs and hands in disbelief and found that he could move them. He said, "My hand is better? My leg too?"
Duan Shujie scrambled to his feet, bouncing a couple of times to make sure his leg was indeed fine. He quickly kneeled before Rong Qi, imitating Duan Qianming, "I was blind to offend you before, Ms. Rong. I'm sorry!"
