The moment the anesthetic was administered, Zhou Mingzhu cursed the ancestors of those Japanese thugs to the eighth generation, using the filthiest language imaginable.
But as the drug took effect, Zhou Mingzhu went numb. Even sounds heard through her right ear seemed muffled, as if separated by a basin. It was all distorted, hazy.
Zhou Mingzhu wore an expression of utter despair. The doctor sighed; as he stitched up the back of her hand, she just sat there, tears streaming down her face. She had multiple blade wounds, including one on her calf.
Chapter 21