Meanwhile, at a luxurious private hospital in Jiangnan City.
In the special care ward, Lin Yang lay on an expensive smart hospital bed, his face as pale as paper.
His eyes were tightly shut, and an IV needle was inserted into the back of his hand.
A huge plastic basin had been deliberately placed beneath the bed.
Because the bed had been specially modified with an opening, even while unconscious, Lin Yang was still diligently fulfilling his duties as Debate Superman.
Amid suffocating stench and loud bursts of gas, several Dragon Gate lackeys stood beside him, pinching their noses as they painfully replaced one overflowing shit basin after another.
The attending doctor pushed open the door and was left speechless by the sight.
After years in the profession, he had never encountered such a bizarre case as Lin Yang's.
Even acute gastroenteritis wasn't this outrageous, was it? It never stopped for even a second?
What if he starts spraying again halfway through surgery after we wheel him into the operating room?
The thought made the doctor shudder.
What puzzled him even more was that this guy was already in a deep coma, so why could he still keep up this nonstop "artificial rainfall"? Was that even reasonable?
The world was truly full of wonders.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
Seeing the doctor enter, one of the Dragon Gate lackeys hurried over and anxiously asked, "What exactly is wrong with our boss? When will he start getting better?"
The doctor glanced at the plastic basin that was nearly overflowing, then quietly took two steps back, frowning slightly.
"I'm not entirely sure either. But if he can't stop this... ahem, excretion trend, then surgery cannot proceed."
"Then what do we do now?"
The lackey was completely dumbfounded. "What if our boss shits himself into collapse,