"I will pay for every year I don't see any of you in the hospital. Not a year a month…! Last month five of you came here dying from stomach flu, this month you are here with…!" Doctor Bai Qiao who came to visit waiting Shan just wildly gestured towards his hand.
"It's the dog's fault!" Shan defended himself, but the confused expression of the doctor made it clear he sounded nuts.
"How many painkillers did he have?" The doctor turned to the nurse, and she showed him. He nodded and suddenly understood.
It was true that Shan felt like on drugs, well, if it felt like this. His hand was numb; he didn't even know he had one. His mind was hazy, and he sometimes felt like his spirit wanted to fly away from his body.
"So how is it?" Dylan came inside and didn't look Qiao in his eyes. He was watching Shan and it looked like they were fighting.