Huang He's purpose for coming today was still deeply etched in his mind—revenge!
A week ago, losing in that classroom fight didn't really matter much to Huang He; it was more about the physical torment he endured afterward.
At the time, Mr. Ma from the school's medical office diagnosed it like this: No big deal, just two bruises and some exhaustion. We checked him twice and found that the patient was just mentally fatigued. More rest would do, no need for hospitalization, just take some tonic.
Quack! Complete quack!
What do you mean "no big deal"? What do you mean "except for bruises and fatigue"? It's all bullshit!
If that were true, then Huang He wouldn't be experiencing weakness, cold sweat, a racing heart daily, and while there wasn't any pain, every time it happened, Huang He was genuinely afraid of suddenly dying in bed.
The thought of sudden death terrified Huang He for no reason. He feared he'd die without sleeping with enough women or spending enough money.
