When Mr. Situ entered the castle, Dongfang had just finished his surgery. The situation wasn't too good, but it wasn't bad either.
Four bullets hit his limbs, and although they didn't strike vital areas and weren't expected to cause lasting harm, he had lost a lot of blood, and Dongfang required a higher than normal functioning of his hands and feet.
To fully recover without any sequelae, he could only rest properly for now.
"Bastard, bastard..."
Dongfang cursed loudly, and the doctors, fearing his temper and sudden movements might affect the wounds, decided to restrain him to the hospital bed since the twenty-four hours following surgery were critical.
As expected, once the anesthesia wore off, Dongfang became extremely agitated. He nearly snapped the ropes binding him, while a few doctors and nurses carefully surrounded him, fearing they might be affected by his rage.
"Mr. Situ, you've finally come."
