Half an hour later, inside the infirmary.
"Is it over yet? I, I can't take it anymore."
Wu Biao, seated in the chair, winced in pain.
"Don't rush, you're an old hand at this, don't you understand the principle that good work takes time?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was leisurely disinfecting and stitching up Wu Biao's wound.
To punish Wu Biao, he deliberately did not administer anesthetic, which caused Wu Biao extreme pain.
Tao Qian, standing to the side, couldn't help but snicker.
"Laugh at your mother, believe it or not, I'll kill you."
Wu Biao erupted in rage.
"Ah."
The next moment, Zhang Xiaoshan jabbed the needle fiercely into Wu Biao's flesh, causing Wu Biao to shout out in pain.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, are you doing this on purpose?"
Zhang Xiaoshan said with an aggrieved face.
"How could this be on purpose? Does getting a needle not hurt? If you think you can do it, go ahead, stitch up your wound yourself."
Wu Biao chickened out immediately.
