The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge

4. I'll make you suffer

They walked a short distance together before the crowd thickened. Summoning courage, he tried again.

“Our graduation ceremony is in a few days,” he said, forcing a small smile. “I was thinking… I can’t wait to finally leave this place. I thought maybe—maybe I could take you as my date.”

He'd rehearsed these words in his mind for weeks, waiting for the perfect time to ask her to be his date.

Leena stopped walking.

She looked at him then, properly this time, her expression unreadable.

“Sure,” she said, scoffing lightly. “If you want.”

And just like that, she turned away, slipping back into her circle of friends without another word.

Vincent stood there, unmoving, the noise of the campus swelling around him. Something was wrong. He could feel it now, unmistakably. The warmth she had once offered him felt distant and unreachable

Before he could follow, before he could ask what was wrong, a rough hand grabbed his collar from behind.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Xian Meng’s voice was sharp, irritated.

Vincent was yanked backward so hard his bag slipped off his shoulder and hit the ground. Hao Jin and Wei Zhen followed Xian, grinning.

“I told you to come to my class by two o’clock,” Xian said. “Do you think I was joking?”

“I—I had class,” Vincent said, instinctively raising his hands.

“So?” Wei sneered. “Our time is more important than yours.”

They dragged him toward the center of the courtyard, where students lingered, curious and bored. They all gathered to watch the humiliation.

Xian shoved him to the ground.

“Look at him,” he said loudly. “A loser who can’t even follow instructions.”

Xian kicked him against his ribs. Pain exploded through his side, stealing his breath. Another kick followed. Then another.

“Poor leech!”

Someone poured something cold over his head. It was milk—sour, sticky and it dripped down his hair and neck. The bystanders laughed at him, calling him names.

“Disgusting.”

“Why is he even alive?”

Xian pressed his shoe into Vincent’s back, grinding him into the pavement. Someone spat near his face.

Vincent curled in on himself, arms shielding his head. His ears rang with insults, with laughter, with the sound of his own heartbeat pounding too loud.

Through blurred vision, from the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Leena.

She stood among her friends, hand over her mouth—not in shock, but in amusement.

She was laughing.

His heart seized.

No, his mind screamed. She wouldn’t. You’re imagining it.

Tears burned behind his eyes.

Xian Meng finally stepped back. He kicked a stack of papers toward Vincent.

“Your job isn’t over,” he said. “Do our assignments. All of them.”

Vincent forced himself upright, shaking as he gathered the papers.

“If you don’t hand them in tomorrow,” Xian continued calmly, “I'll make you suffer.”

They walked away, their laughter echoing long after they disappeared.

One by one, the crowd dispersed.

No one helped him up.

Some students passed by, sneering, whispering poor leech under their breath.

Soon, Vincent was alone.

He sat there on the cold ground, soaked in milk and humiliation, clutching the assignments to his chest. His body ached, but the pain inside him was worse—sharp, raw, and suffocating.

He looked at his trembling hands.

And in the silence, he swore—to himself, that one day, all those who maltreated him would choke on his cruelty.