Although Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, had warned beforehand that this second method might involve some "slight, perhaps noticeable" pain, it was not until Secretary Dong Wencheng experienced it himself that he realized Chen Fei's words were no joke.
Almost instantly, he felt as though someone had sliced open his waist without anesthesia. Sweat erupted from his forehead like a fountain, his face turned deathly pale, and his fists clenched so tightly that the veins on them bulged terrifyingly. The sight was truly frightening.
"Aunt Wang, can you please get me a basin and a roll of bandages from outside?" Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, suddenly spoke up.
"Ah, oh, right... A basin? Bandages?" Aunt Wang Ying was still a bit bewildered and hadn't caught on immediately.
"I'll get them! I'll go!" Uncle Hua Ming, on the other hand, reacted quickly. He promptly stood up and made his way out of the private room, returning shortly with a washbasin and a roll of bandages.
