Ryan was really grateful for the vast territory of his motherland. The old Tibetan man more than 3,000 kilometers away could not understand Chinese, otherwise Ryan would really take off his belt and hang himself on the beam of the cowshed.
"Really... I'm sorry." Ryan's eyes were lifeless, and his desire to die had summoned five hundred thousand million-ton dark clouds. The rain that would fall soon would be enough to flood the Himalayas.
The nurse next to Noah covered her mouth and laughed. Noah just chuckled, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and said, "It's okay, I don't understand."
"...Ah." Ryan nodded mechanically.
"Okay, we'll leave first." Noah said, "to the next one."
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