"That's wonderful."
"Do you know what this is called? This is called getting what you deserve."
The villagers were abuzz with discussion, looking ecstatic.
"Ah... Chief Zhao," Su Wen said with a smile and a hint of mockery, "in my opinion, you should stop messing around with all those messy projects in our village. You should go back and treat your illness first; your life is what's important."
Chief Zhao lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, his eyes filled with rage and despair, and it seemed as if he might faint at any moment.
Suddenly, he seemed to grasp a lifeline, reaching straight out for Su Wen's hand: "Doctor Su, I was a real bastard just now... Can you forgive me and save my life?"
As Chief Zhao spoke, he repeatedly slapped his own face: "I'll never do it again; I swear I'll mend my ways. As long as you, Doctor Su, cure my illness, I will surely repay you handsomely and apologize profusely..."
