Between a haze of sleep, Chen Hansheng was woken by a sound. He opened his eyes to a blinding light and a throbbing headache from the previous night's drinking.,"Damn Chen Hansheng, with Iraq the way it is now and the US about to attack Saddam, aren't you wishing I'd die sooner",Wang Zibao wasn't disgusted, he walked over and patted him on the back and said, "It's better now that you've vomited."。