"Goodness, didn't the patient know themselves?"
he asked.
"These low-life folks always have this discomfort or that ailment, a stomachache is just bad food to them, who'd think it's all because of a bandage acting up."
Doctor Nile replied.
"Alright. How come there's no bad smell though?"
Regular old bandages smell strong enough as it is, let alone fermenting in someone's gut for decades.
"That's because it's sealed in this special medical waste box I have. Want a whiff? I can take it out now if you do."
Doctor Nile pretended to reach for it.
"No, no, no."
Liu Zheng hurriedly pressed down on him, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
He had only just gotten used to the sewer stench and didn't want to challenge his nose any further.
"Even you have times you're afraid."
Doctor Nile mocked.
"Yeah, there are plenty of things I'm afraid of. By the way, Doc, why are you keeping that thing? It's in such a state, surely you can't use it again?"
Liu Zheng asked.
