(For "Chen Wenjun 2" brother, added chapter[3/5])
Having exited the forum, Murphy took up his handkerchief to wipe at his nostrils, where, despite having awoken from a coma three hours long, bloody streaks still seeped out. Lord Murphy felt as if his brain had become detached from his skull, daring not to shake his head for even the slightest movement would cause his head to throb with pain.
If he had to describe it, it was akin to being whacked in the face with a cudgel, and now, with a consequence of bloodshot eyes, everything he looked at appeared as though seen through a veil of thin blood.
Murphy felt that this could quite qualify as a "work injury,", and here he was, still slogging through work dealing with feedback from young players—where in the world could one find such a devoted administrator like himself?
