Chapter 593 Side Effects of Drug Trials

He crawled up to the food, picked up the bowl, and poured it into his mouth.

Like a hungry wolf, ignoring the rising steam, he wolfed down the bowl of porridge.

He licked his lips, still wanting more, and then picked up the milk next to him and drank it.

After eating, he felt much better.

Too weak to climb back into bed, he had no choice but to rest on the floor.

There was nothing in the ward except for a bed.

There aren't even windows.

It seems that escaping from here is harder than climbing to heaven.

We must find a way to escape!

Huang Dehan thought to himself.

...

Huang Dehan is woken up by pain every night.

His chest felt like it was on fire, burning with pain that made him break out in a cold sweat, soaking his clothes.

But he had no clothes to change into.

Here, it's good enough to have something to eat, let alone expect to have clothes to change into?

Dream on!

This is a side effect of the drug trial; he doesn't know how many times a night he's woken up by the pain.

Besides chest pain, I also have a headache.

These aftereffects tormented him every day, making him feel like he was living a life worse than death.

After a few days of rest, he was able to get out of bed and walk around, but he was still very weak.

That day, Huang Dehan lay on the bed to rest after finishing his meal.

Suddenly, with a "click," the door was pushed open from the outside.

Thinking that it was another doctor in a white coat coming to arrest him for experiments, Huang Dehan sat up in fright.

Upon seeing that it was Riemann, intense hatred blazed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush up and slap her.

"What are you doing here? What kind of torture do you want to inflict on me now?" Huang Dehan said through gritted teeth.

Seeing Huang Dehan's inhuman, ghost-like appearance, Li Man smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, once you've recovered, I'll send you to South Africa."

Huang Dehan panicked and exclaimed in terror, "Why are you sending me to South Africa? I'm not going!"

Riemann said with a mocking smile, "Whether you go or not is not up to you. I'm not asking for your opinion now, so you have no right to say you won't go."

Huang Dehan looked utterly desperate. He struggled to climb off the bed and knelt down in front of Li Man with a thud, crying and pleading, "Li Man, please, please let me go! I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like this. Please spare my worthless life. Take me to the police station. I admit it, I admit the wrong I did. Please, please let me go!"

As he spoke, he kept kowtowing, his forehead hitting the floor with a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

Just hearing that sound made Riemann feel pain.

Soon after, blood appeared on his forehead.

Riemann didn't stop him, because she deserved his kneeling; it was something he owed her!

Looking at Huang Dehan with interest, she scoffed, "Are your knees really that weak? You keep bowing to everyone you meet? How pathetic!"

Seeing that Riemann remained unmoved, Huang Dehan stopped kowtowing, looked up at her, and the blood from his forehead slid down his cheeks, mingling with his tears, and dripped onto the ground.

"Then what do you want me to do to make you calm down?" Huang Dehan asked, his voice trembling with tears.

“Go to South Africa, and when you come back from digging for gold, maybe I’ll calm down,” Riemann said with a smile.

Huang Dehan was in despair. He collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "How can I, in my current condition, go to mine for gold? Aren't you trying to kill me?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. I'll spare your life until I've calmed down before I take you to the police station," Riemann kindly comforted her.