「In the hospital.」
Si Junyan writhed in agony throughout the day and only occasionally found respite in sleep at night, appearing as if nothing was wrong. His wounds were gradually healing. Countless doctors came to observe, and after examination, they all cautioned, "It might be phantom limb pain. The specific cause is unclear, but the wound has not worsened, so his life is not in danger."
"Then why does it hurt so much? AHH—it's so painful!"
Si Junyan tossed and turned in bed, soon drenched in sweat.
The attending doctor was frantic. "You're not in a fatal condition anymore! What else can I do?"
He grabbed the doctor by the throat. "I want you to treat me! Do you hear me?"
The attending doctor was on the verge of suffocation.
Xinxin came in and kicked Si Junyan away.
"Crazy!"
The doctor was tearfully grateful. "Miss, his wound is really almost healed, but he keeps crying out in pain. We've checked his vital signs, and they're normal. I suspect..."
"Suspect what?"
