There was a simple, single bed inside the infirmary. Pan Dalong cried in pain as he laid on it. In between his cries, he kept houting. "Fang Shaohua, that bastard! I'm going to settle this debt with him! I'm going to kill him!"
Ever since Fang Shaohua punched his teeth out, his pronunciation had become unclear and his words were incoherent.
"Please stop shouting," Doctor Huang, who was stationed in the infirmary, raised his voice firmly. "Otherwise, I will send you out immediately."
"All right, all right. I'll shut up. I'll shut up." Pan Dalong used to rely on his ruthless attitude to hold himself as the king among the criminals. However, ever since he was beaten up by Fang Shaohua, his face was completely lost.
The moment he returned to his cell, he turned into a laughing stock in front of his cellmates. He even had to do chores in his injured state. Hence, he decided to stay in the infirmary, refusing to leave.
