After ending the call, the man leaned back on the sofa again, closing his eyes to rest, his Adam's apple moving from time to time; a sense of dizziness still lingered in his brain.
Dr. Mori brought in a can of ice-cold cola, popped it open, and the soft sound of fizzing bubbles reached his ears.
"Have some to perk you up. For a first treatment, you did quite well."
Bao Yancheng hummed from his throat but didn't say much, his emotions complex.
He had anticipated that clinical treatment would be challenging, but he hadn't expected it to be this distressing.
The pain from the electric shocks was bearable, but the dizzy feeling, as if his brain was being repeatedly churned by an iron rod, was the most unbearable.
If he could help it, he didn't want Wen Wanzhi to see him in such a sorry state.
When Dr. Mori suggested he call someone he trusted, his first instinct was to dial her number.