Come hit me, then!
"Doctor Luo, please answer me!"
Seeing the other man's reaction, Winston was secretly delighted. He cast aside his lingering unease, eager to reap the biggest reward from this trip.
Come on, Chinese man! Begin your performance!
Luan Zhengwei continued to cover his face, now adding a one-handed facepalm. He couldn't bear to watch...
Li Bai was walking a fine line between life and death, pushing his luck like crazy. Did he really think those capitalist countries were harmless?
When this was over, he'd make sure to give him a proper talking-to. He absolutely had to!
Luo Quanjian slowly lowered his head. His eyes reddened, and he sniffled before saying mournfully, "I admit it. It was my fault!"
A real man owned up to his actions and never shirked responsibility.
The Danish observer, Zak Kadell, said ominously, "Do you know what you've done?"
He seemed intent on taking out all the frustration Li Bai had caused him on the surgeon before him.
The kind get bullied, and foreigners pick on the weak. The old saying had it right: when dealing with this lot, you had to beat them with virtue.
Luo Quanjian, a benevolent physician, said dejectedly, "I know. I'm responsible!"
He'd done his utmost, but the conditions were limited. On his own, it was difficult to snatch the wounded from Death's grasp.
"Good. At least you can admit it!"
A smug smile spread across the British observer Winston Williams's face. He was delighted.
The others also looked triumphant.
The Chinese man had finally confessed. Their efforts hadn't been in vain, and they'd even paid out a hefty sum.
As for the money they still owed, well...probably eight out of the ten observers would try to wriggle out of paying.
That was capitalism for you. They were