Sweltering summer.
A muffled thunder, tearing through the sky.
Under the tranquil black night, completely silent.
With a "pop," a heavy raindrop hit the ground.
A crisp sound, like a thunderclap, roared through the hospital in J City.
A twisting flash of light, like a bolt of lightning, flashed across the hospital in an instant.
The surgical knife glided, like a fleeting beam of light.
Ye Xuan's wrist made a gentle movement.
A willow leaf long knife, incredibly sharp, sliced through Wen Tianlei's artery.
Ye Xuan's ten fingers tightly pinched six willow leaf knives.
He held his breath, eyes intensely focused, not daring to be careless, his eyes wide open, fixed on Lin Xueji and Wen Tianlei on the hospital bed.
Lin Xueji had changed drastically, her full head of black hair reduced to not a single strand.
Once beautiful and charming, she had become withered and dry, looking unexpectedly haggard.
