Park Hye-hoon, who was kicked down by Ye Jian again, was no longer able to endure the pain like before. Last time, he was in so much pain that small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. This time, he was in so much pain that he was drenched in sweat. It was like rain hitting his face. After a while, even his collar was drenched.
"Park Hye-hoon… Park Hye-hoon…"
The students from South Korea gathered around with anxious facial expressions. They kept calling out to him. Park Hye-hoon, who was in so much pain that his teeth were chattering, no longer let out high-pitched screams but low and deep groans instead. Jin Zhongzai reached out his hand, feeling the cold sweat that was flowing down the boy's face. He said, "His joints are broken. I need a military surgeon… I need a military surgeon."
