The old glass door, labeled "Emergency" with its paint peeling and the characters incomplete, swung open as the wind blew in.
The man looked up, "Miss Jiang."
Jiang Fuli entered, removing her mask, "Where is the person?"
"In the ward at the back."
The man led her there.
This was a long-abandoned hospital, the walls of the corridor covered in mold, emitting a foul smell.
Tang Xiang was locked in a ward at the end of the corridor.
Jiang Fuli pushed the door open and glanced at Tang Xiang, who was unconscious on the floor. "I wonder if my cousin wants power or beauty?" She instructed the people behind her, "Strip her clothes."
8 PM, Fifth Hospital.
In the ward, only Xu Jiuru and Jiang Xiaolin were present.
"Did you make some deal with Jiang Zhi?"
Otherwise, with his abilities, it wouldn't be so passive.
Jiang Xiaolin stood by, composed and mature, his expression unchanged, "No."
Of course, that was a lie.
