"What? I don't have a mental illness, I'm not sick! What are you trying to give me?" Xue Ru struggled violently.
"Inject Gu Yunsi and take her away. They won't have to meet again for the rest of their lives," Mu Bei said coldly, leaving the room.
All that was left behind was a piercing, desperate scream.
*
In the pure white laboratory, Song Ning had already removed her mask.
With a detached expression, she told Wen Qiao, "You can go now. The monitoring shows that all indicators are returning to normal."
Wen Qiao nodded, got off the central hospital bed, and pushed open the glass door to leave.
"Qiaoqiao, are you okay now?" Lu Wanwan looked at the emaciated person, whose beautiful face seemed fragile and delicate.
Because Wen Qiao had rarely been exposed to sunlight, her complexion appeared even paler.
She forced a small smile, "I'm okay now. I told you I would be fine. Dr. Song also said there's nothing wrong with my test results."
