As Qing Shui and Jing went out of the room, Chang gradually felt better, and his stomach stopped twitching. He wiped off the residue beside his mouth and stood up from the ground.
Chang took the broom and cleaned up his vomit, and then returned to his bed.
“Don't be afraid, I won’t kill you.” Chang rubbed his blood-covered hands against each other and tried to comfort the doctor who was trembling in fear on the corner of her bed.
“Trust me, he won’t kill you.” Pang Zi accompanied Chang to calm the doctor. He made his voice softer, but at the same time justified himself, “They threatened us, so that's what they deserved! I was wondering the whole day why you gave them our food; I would’ve never guessed your plan until I saw it now!”
Pang Zi patted on Chang’s shoulder with joy.
“I’m just not used to this…” Chang shook his head as if he was shaking away the expression of the woman during her final moment; he went up to the water tank and rinsed off the blood on his hands and knife.