Hands placed on the steering wheel, veins on the back of the hands bulging conspicuously due to the excessive force.
His jaw was clenched; the usually gentle and indifferent gaze had become exceptionally sharp at this moment.
Yet amidst this sharpness, there was a touch of unsettling anxiety and fear that tugged at one's heartstrings.
The hands resting on the steering wheel, veins protruding, if you look closely, they were faintly trembling.
He dared not say anything, nor think of anything, speeding all the way to the hospital.
The closer he got to Helen Melendy's ward, the less he dared to step forward.
Earlier on the phone, he hadn't listened carefully; he just heard someone had added other drug components into Helen Melendy's usual intravenous drip.
Now he was not too sure what exactly was going on.
As he gradually approached Helen Melendy's ward, his legs were becoming somewhat weak and trembling.
