The Nature of a Pig

The Nature of a Pig

"Why?" Xu Huo asked, overlapping with the younger version of himself.

"Human thought is the most dangerous thing. Once a thought takes hold, it will affect a person's behavior for a long time, at the very least. In special circumstances, that time can stretch to a lifetime." The Doctor's voice was calm. It was neither as gentle as when he indulged a child's whims nor as cold as when he judged someone unfit. He was simply stating a fact.

"It's all right to act weak to achieve your goals, but there's no need for meaningless concern."

"Especially pity for the person right in front of you."

This wasn't an adult or an elder admonishing a child. It was a conversation between equals.

"Why isn't it necessary?" Xu Huo said. "I think you need my concern."

"Only the weak need other people's concern." The Doctor's tone softened again. "Between you and me, who do you think is the weaker one?"

Xu Huo was silent for a long while before reluctantly admitting, "Me."

"So your concern for me is false. It can neither change my situation nor solve the root of my problems." The Doctor continued, "But this wound is meaningful all the same."

"Are you acting weak?" Xu Huo asked.

The Doctor smiled. "I'm judging you unfit."

After a while, Xu Huo said, "I saw Xiao Liang yesterday. He didn't show any concern for you, and you scolded him."

"His situation is different from yours," the Doctor said. "He's too mischievous and doesn't listen, so he needs to be disciplined. He still hasn't learned to control himself. In that regard, he's far worse than you."

Xu Huo fell silent. The Doctor took another syringe from the Leather Case. "You're getting an extra shot today."

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