Chapter 226: Minor Friction

In the hospital room, the male protagonist lay on the hospital bed, his wounds already treated by the doctor, especially the wounds on his face.

Now they were covered with gauze and cotton, and no one knew what the situation underneath was like, but the doctor had also told him there was a high chance he would be left with scars.

The male protagonist lay there staring at the ceiling, his mind a complete blank. He knew he was finished.

He would have to, like his father or uncle before him, find a normal job and spend his life toiling away on the bottom rungs of the production line.

No glitz, no spotlight, nothing; just a grey, hopeless existence.

He didn't want any of this, but the shiny new life seemed to have closed its doors to him.

Of course, if he didn't mind having more people "taking shortcuts" behind his back, perhaps certain special clubs would welcome him. But just thinking about that made him feel cold, shivering.