"Ah!"
"Ah!"
As each needle was inserted, Bai Da screamed in agony, unable to bear more than five.
The pain was truly unbearable—every slight movement would pull at them, exacerbating his suffering.
Bai Da had not expected the pain to be so intense that he wished for death to come immediately.
Each of his legs had two needles, and he could no longer stand; any movement was excruciating.
There was also one in his left hand, but now his right hand felt as if it had been severed…
He tried to endure it, to experience the pain Xingxing endured. But in less than five minutes, he couldn't bear it any longer and began to call out for help.
"Save me, please save me?"
The nurse had waited a long time before finally coming to turn on the light, looking at Bai Da who was wailing in pain.
"What's wrong with you? This is a hospital; please don't cause a disturbance for no reason, okay? Think about the other patients, would you?"
