It had been five days, yet Luan had not received any answer from Dr. Feng. Let alone an answer, the man did not even come looking for him!
Luan had no idea how many times he had stopped himself from confronting the man right away. He told himself that he should be patient, that he should give Dr. Feng all the time and space he needed.
Still, this overwhelming dread and anxiety was killing him slowly. He felt like he was stewed in a pot of bubbling and sizzling magma. It was suffocating and he could not breathe properly. And before he knew it, all of the flesh on his body had melted away, leaving only charred bones that would soon turn to ash. It did not hurt – or to be exact, he had gotten so used to it that it had become a kind of itching numbness.
