The tingling sensation tormented him for a long time before it suddenly stopped, at which point Wu Hao felt as if he had just died. He laid in bed and panted deeply for some time before he slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and got out of bed to head to the bathroom.
After removing his clothes, he took one look at the bloody, unsightly wound on his shoulder through the mirror and knew he needed to go to the hospital again to have it bandaged up. He then turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto his face. The icy sensation made him feel slightly better and, without turning off the faucet, he watched the water drip off his face as he examined his own reflection in the mirror.