"Follow what? I'm almost dying, how can I follow?!" Zhong Yu was filled with despair, yelling at Zhang Zhong, "I've just been beaten with twenty military sticks!"
How could he run after being beaten nearly to death?
Zhang Zhong replied, "You're feeling aggrieved, but don't you know why you got beaten? It's just some bruises, your bones aren't broken, why can't you run?"
Zhang Zhong's words were to point out to Zhong Yu that Qin San Lang had already been lenient with him. Otherwise, with those twenty military sticks, even if his bones weren't broken, they'd have cracked.
But now, his bones weren't injured.
After hearing this, Zhong Yu wriggled his butt, realizing it was merely flesh pain and not the piercing pain of broken bones. He understood Zhang Zhong's words and felt a bit embarrassed. Stiffening his neck, he said, "I'll remember this favor and repay it for sure."
