Chapter Thirty-Six seems to contain very important content.

The doctor turned away, covering his eyes with his hand, bracing himself for something terrible to happen.

"Ah, ah, ah, no, brother, calm down, calm down, don't do anything rash," the doctor pleaded in a panic, his cries heartrending. But after a moment, all he heard was the constant clinking of chains—nothing else happened. He risked a glance with one eye, then gradually turned his head to look. The first thing he saw was Garfield Huang charging toward him, but then he noticed one of Garfield's feet was chained to the radiator pipe.

Garfield Huang charged forward a couple of times, each time glancing back, then charged again and looked back once more. Who knows how long this went on—eventually, the doctor, so exhausted from standing, slumped into a corner, his eyes vacant, staring at nothing.

"Come on, big brother! Can’t you show a little respect? The way you’re acting is really awkward for me, you know? It’s honestly making me uncomfortable," the doctor complained.

The radiator groaned and creaked under Garfield Huang's relentless tugging, the sound grating on the nerves.

"Can you not do this?" the doctor pleaded helplessly.

But as the doctor looked at Garfield Huang with a resigned expression, disaster struck. The radiator pipe, bent and battered, finally gave in and snapped. And then—

You think you know what happened next? With his agile reflexes, the doctor dodged instantly. He ran to the cell door and shook it furiously.

"Let me out! Let me out! Is anyone there? Fine, if you won’t let me out, at least give me a basin of cold water! Someone in here needs to calm down! Help! Water! Water!"

He shouted for ages, but nobody paid him any mind, leaving him completely at a loss—dodging Garfield Huang’s pursuit while shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Not giving me water, huh? At least tell me the delivery address for this place! Is anyone there? Help!" he called, running in circles until he was utterly spent. With no other choice, he darted to the far side of a bed, crawled over it, and when Garfield Huang followed, he grabbed him and pinned him to the bed, beginning a massage to help calm his agitation.

"I’ll work your Houshi point to replenish your vital energy, and your Shenshu point to nourish your kidneys," the doctor said.

Garfield Huang let out a pleased moan, exclaiming, "That’s good!"

"Feels good, doesn’t it, brother? Can I ask, what exactly is the purpose of Supermarket No. 444?" the doctor ventured.

Still sighing contentedly, Garfield Huang answered, "Who isn’t human? They deal with whoever comes their way."

"Wait, you’re not human?" the doctor asked, incredulous.

Garfield Huang shot back, "Isn’t that obvious?"

"But that can’t be right. I’m one hundred percent human. Why go to all this trouble to catch me? This is ridiculous," the doctor protested.

"Don’t stop, baby," Garfield Huang interjected.

The doctor, who had paused, resumed the massage at once.

"Come on, tell me—how did you get yourself caught here?" Garfield Huang prompted.

The doctor thought for a while, then recounted his story to Garfield Huang. Meanwhile, at the Investigation Center, colleagues in the Information Office watched the feed from the cell, curious to see what tricks the pair would try.

Garfield Huang turned to him, "You’re really human?"

"Of course," the doctor replied.

"And you can’t have your memory erased?"

"Uh, yes… Is that a big problem?"

Garfield Huang clicked his tongue. "Well, it could be serious or not, but at the very least it means brain surgery. If that doesn’t work, they’ll just cut it off."

With each possible outcome, the doctor shuddered, terrified.

"Don’t say that. You’re scaring me," he begged.