Ouyang Fen was done for.
With some things, you could hold on for a while when you did not know about them. But once you knew, your mindset changed.
He could not endure even one more minute.
Usually, even relieving himself took effort. Once he lost the sensation, he still had to pull up his pants and wait in the reception room.
But today... he was extremely interested. The urge was there.
Yet it was blocked up.
The Tuo Wangs and the strategists gathered around, concerned about Ouyang Fen.
The strategist thoughtfully asked, "Young Master Fen, how are you feeling?"
Ouyang Fen's face was covered in sweat. He raised his head and looked at him. "What the fuck kind of medicine did you buy?"
The strategist said, "Glycerol Suppository! I tried it myself. It worked great."
"Then what's wrong with me? It's all... even my fingers... it's all blocked up!"
Gold Tuo Wang said, "Could it be an issue with your constitution? Perhaps it reacted chemically with the Glycerol Suppository, resulting in..."
"Fuck your mother!" Ouyang Fen clutched his stomach. "I can't take it anymore! Hurry, take me to the hospital!"
Everyone sprang into action and took Ouyang Fen to the farthest hospital in the city.
In the early hours of the morning, there were few people on the roads. The strategist had taken a winding back road.
It was a narrow path that could only fit one car. If two cars met head-on, they had to be extremely cautious and keep the absolute minimum distance to squeeze past each other.
It was also full of potholes and terribly uneven.
The car jolted violently, leaving Ouyang Fen in the back seat wishing he were dead.
"Damn it, what kind of shitty road did you pick?"
"For safety, Young Master Fen!"