In the Lusaka Suburb, there was a waterside manor where, at this moment, in one of the rooms, blood-curdling screams like that of a slaughtering pig ceaselessly filled the air!
"Damn it! Be gentler! Fuck..."
With every gasping and frantic voice, the temperature in the room almost dropped to freezing point!
After a long while, the screaming slowly subsided, followed by heavy gasping!
Xue Wuheng lay on the sickbed, drenched in sweat, his body wrapped tight as a dumpling, his complexion ghostly pale!
"Young Master Wuhen, you have five broken ribs, a wound from your clavicle piercing through the chest cavity, and the most critical one is near your heart. A centimeter closer and you would've undoubtedly died!"
An elderly doctor in a white coat, now standing above the sickbed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, kept saying to Xue Wuheng:
"Besides, your hand tendons have been injured by a Needle, even if you recover, they won't be as flexible as before!"