"Rong, your leg is bleeding!"
Just a few steps out of the boxing gym, hearing his companion's cry of alarm, Gong Rong looked down to see two fresh streaks of blood flowing from the bend of his knee down to his heel.
"Fuckin' hell, it's all because of that damn dog!"
Gong Rong was fuming with anger.
As a boxer, such a minor injury was nothing to him; he hardly even felt it—it was just humiliating.
He shook his leg a couple of times, trying to fling off the bloodstains.
"Rong, you were bitten by a dog, you need to get a rabies vaccine!"
Only after someone reminded him did Gong Rong realize this wasn't a normal injury—it could potentially lead to rabies!
"You need to get several shots, it's going to cost twenty or thirty yuan!"
"Fuck!"
Gong Rong was even more enraged.
For him, who had no income, it was not a small sum—he couldn't afford it, so he asked the people walking with him to chip in.