Don't be fooled by her seemingly kind actions; she's actually afraid that if the Wei family finds me, they'll trace everything back to her and take her down.
The only reason I was sent to the hospital for treatment is because my father transferred the money.
They want to use my father's money to get me healthy again so I can continue creating more value for them.
When I'm no longer valuable, my fate is obvious.
Soon, the doctor took me for an ultrasound. Fortunately, my ribs weren't broken, just slightly fractured, which will heal on its own later.
The rest of my injuries were just severe surface wounds.
Being young, fit, and resilient, plus having had the fever break last night and taking anti-inflammatory meds, I didn't suffer any fatal internal injuries.
Next, they took my blood and urine samples before wheeling me back to my room.
It was already past 8 PM by then.
Little did I know, this full body check-up would bring endless trouble and pursuit in the future.
After a whole day without food, my stomach was growling. I wanted to ask the lackeys to buy me some food but had no money.
So, I had to lie there watching them eat and drink, swallowing my saliva hungrily.
If a kind nurse hadn't felt sorry for me and brought me a bowl of porridge while changing my IV, I might have fainted from hunger.
Everyone knows that people who have been exercising and training martial arts for years have good physiques but also large appetites.
I simply couldn't endure hunger.
In just a few days since arriving in northern Myanmar, I had lost over ten pounds.
I frequently felt dizzy and light-headed, seriously underfed and malnourished.
My face grew increasingly pale.
Luckily, the weather wasn't cold, or I would have been in even worse shape.
Right now, my only goal is to survive and escape!
Any thoughts of revenge can wait until I make it out.
The ten days I spent in the hospital were probably the quietest and "most comfortable" days I've had in my five years in northern Myanmar.
I could wake up naturally every day, didn't have to complete tasks or meet performance targets, didn't have to stay in a water dungeon or basement, and didn't constantly fear being electrocuted or humiliated.
Even though my activity was confined to a five-square-meter room.
At least the meals were relatively fresh, with fish, chicken legs, or apples every day.
I refused to eat any unidentifiable meat.
Unless it was clearly recognizable, like whole fish or chicken legs.
With limited treatment and enough food to stave off hunger, my wounds healed quickly, and I gradually regained my strength.
On the afternoon of the tenth day, the four lackeys drove me back to the compound.
As soon as I stepped into Chen Weiqiang's office, the Beautiful Supervisor threw a document at me, demanding my signature and thumbprint.
"..." I stared at the document, stunned.
The Wei family spy I had beaten into a vegetative state was killed, and now the funeral costs were being blamed on me.
They claimed the medical and burial expenses totaled 250,000 yuan!
The five lackeys I had hospitalized each required 50,000 yuan for medical and nutrition expenses, totaling 500,000 yuan.
My hospital food alone was 2,000 yuan per day, adding up to 20,000 yuan over ten days.
Other costs, including labor, care, protection, lost wages, and gasoline, amounted to 150,000 yuan.
I was expected to pay them an additional 920,000 yuan.
Rounding it all up, I "owed" them one million yuan.
For the next three years, I had to work for them for free, guaranteeing a monthly performance of no less than 500,000 yuan!
Damn, did her math teacher teach her English instead?
This was clearly a scam, a one-sided, tyrannical "contract"!
I had seen ruthless people before, but never someone as shameless as her!
This was an eye-opener.
"Hurry up and sign. You better start working hard on scams tomorrow. If you don't, you'll spend tonight in a dog cage with a bitch in heat. Hahaha!"
Chen Weiqiang threw the pen at me, laughing mockingly.
His bandages were off, but there was still some dried blood.
His delicate features showed no trace of our former friendship.
Only greed, malice, and a lot of deceitful calculations remained!
After being tortured like this, I was utterly disheartened with him.
My hatred grew deeper.
During my ten days healing in the hospital, I thought a lot and learned to be patient.
I would never believe his lies again, nor would I confront him directly.
I didn't want to die, so I had to survive completely.
Though I was extremely reluctant to sign this tyrannical contract, under their oppression, I suppressed my anger and wrote my name at the signature line.
Then, I pressed my fingerprint on it.
"Good boy! Wow, after recovering, you look so much brighter and more youthful!
Xiao Chen, get him a change of clothes. Hospital gowns are so unlucky; they ruin his handsome vibe!"
The Beautiful Supervisor, an old woman, eyed me up and down with a lustful gaze, thinking who knows what dirty thoughts.
"I'll get some good clothes from the dorm for him. Supervisor, the contract is signed, please check."
Chen Weiqiang handed the contract over respectfully like a lapdog.
"Very good! As long as you work hard and listen to me, I guarantee you a good life!
No one can catch us here; we have plenty of beauties and money, unlike in China.
Xiaoping, be obedient and kill any thoughts of rebellion!"
The Beautiful Supervisor nodded in satisfaction, put the contract in her bag, and tapped me on the chest.
I looked down at her. Her crimson lips were more striking than the blood from a pig slaughtered during Chinese New Year in my village.
At 1.5 meters tall, she had the presence of someone 1.8 meters.
Wearing a low-cut camisole and black stockings, could she be any more disgusting?
I averted my gaze and said calmly to Chen Weiqiang, "I understand, Supervisor."
"Good boy, I like obedient and handsome wolf pups like you! Hahaha!"
The Beautiful Supervisor laughed lustfully and shamelessly slipped her chubby hand into my tattered hospital gown, groping around.
"..." I was disgusted to be groped by this chubby pig hand!
"No wonder you're a sports student, those eight-pack abs are so tempting. Xiaoping, once you're fully healed, I'll take you out for a feast!"
She pinched my abs, her manicured red nails provocatively poking my chest.
"..." Chen Weiqiang frowned and looked away.
"Cough, cough"
Feeling extremely disgusted, I took two steps back and coughed violently, "Supervisor, my chest still hurts, and the doctor said my ribs haven't healed, so I can't go out in the wind yet..."
"Such a sickly pretty boy! What a downer! Xiao Chen, get him changed and drive to the factory gate to wait for me!"
The Beautiful Supervisor waved her hand, giving orders in displeasure.
"Understood, I'll come right back to pick you up!"
Chen Weiqiang responded cheerfully and left the office.
As soon as he stepped out, his face turned cold.
I didn't pay attention to him and just followed behind with resentment...
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