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Zhao Yongsheng was truly enraged this time, his face flushed and exuding a particularly strong stench as he approached Ye Chen. He raised his right hand high and brought it down with a series of sharp slaps directly to Ye Chen's face.
The blows left Ye Chen dizzy, his lip instantly splitting open, a thin stream of blood trickling down.
Gasping for breath, Ye Chen glared fiercely at the man in front of him, his hands bracing against the bed while they fumbled aimlessly.
Suddenly, he felt something cool beside him. Reaching out, he discovered it was the dagger he had previously taken from Xiao Feng. A surge of excitement filled him as he tightly gripped the handle. When that bastard came closer, he would plunge it straight into his heart.
Zhao Yongsheng indeed approached him again. But this time, he didn’t want to waste any more time with Ye Chen. Gripping a white gauze package in his right hand, he strode over and forcefully pressed it against Ye Chen's mouth and nose.
As soon as Ye Chen caught a whiff of the gauze package, alarm bells rang in his mind.
This was something used by the Medical Camp for those with severe injuries who needed surgery, akin to an anesthetic. How could Zhao Yongsheng have such a thing?
With no time to ponder these details, Ye Chen desperately tried to evade the gauze package from being pressed against his mouth and nose. However, Zhao Yongsheng firmly gripped his shoulders, rendering him immobile while using his other hand to press the gauze package against Ye Chen's face with all his strength.
The anesthetic would take a moment to take effect. Seizing this brief opportunity, Ye Chen swiftly thrust the dagger toward Zhao Yongsheng's heart.
Yet, it missed its mark. Zhao Yongsheng, being a battle-hardened veteran, instinctively shifted aside when he caught a glint of silver out of the corner of his eye.
Realizing that the silver flash was a sharp dagger, Zhao Yongsheng first felt relieved at having dodged this lethal strike but then became infuriated. He tossed the gauze package he had been using to cover Ye Chen’s mouth and nose onto the ground and raised his hand again to deliver two more vicious slaps to Ye Chen’s face.
Ye Chen's lip split open once more, both cheeks swelling painfully, leaving him looking utterly miserable. But at that moment, all Ye Chen could think about was wanting more pain because only pain could keep him awake for a moment against the effects of the anesthetic.
If he allowed himself to drift off into unconsciousness, what awaited him upon waking would undoubtedly be a fate worse than death.
The anesthetic began to take effect, and Ye Chen felt his mind growing heavy, the scenes before him becoming increasingly blurred. Zhao Yongsheng had already seized his left hand and was tearing at his shirt.
Without hesitation, Ye Chen drove the dagger down hard against his thigh. The sharp blade sliced through flesh, and an overwhelming pain surged through him, sharpening his senses just enough to bring a bit of clarity back to his mind.
Zhao Yongsheng was momentarily stunned by Ye Chen's actions. He never expected that someone who seemed so fragile, Kun Ze, would have the courage to harm himself with a dagger.
Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Zhao Yongsheng hesitated in his grip on Ye Chen's shirt. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Chen gritted his teeth, tightened his hold on the dagger's hilt, and swung it forcefully towards Zhao Yongsheng's right arm.
This time, he successfully cut into Zhao Yongsheng's arm.
Zhao Yongsheng winced in pain, instinctively retracting the arm that held Ye Chen's left hand. Seeing this, Ye Chen immediately kicked out hard at Zhao Yongsheng, knocking him to the ground. He then forced himself to endure the pain in his body as he stumbled over him and ran toward the exit.
This was truly his last chance.
Ye Chen felt his mind growing heavier; even the searing pain in his leg could no longer keep him awake. He dared not think about what would happen if Zhao Yongsheng caught him again.
The door was within reach. Through a sheer white curtain, Ye Chen's eyes sparkled with hope.
However, Zhao Yongsheng pursued him relentlessly and pushed him down from behind, pinning him to the ground. He straddled Ye Chen's body with his legs spread wide.
"Damn it!" Zhao Yongsheng spat viciously onto the ground and slapped Ye Chen twice while cursing, "You little brat are tougher than I thought. If I don't kill you today, it would be an insult to all these injuries you've caused me."
With that, Zhao Yongsheng forcefully tore open Ye Chen's outer garment, his hand reaching for the waistband...
In the next moment, the light in Ye Chen's eyes shattered; he longed for home. No matter what he became, his parents would never allow him to be bullied. But now... he couldn't resist Zhao Yongsheng. Was he really going to be marked by this person?
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