Duan Ye

Beijing, Beijing University Affiliated Hospital.

Intensive Care Unit.

A few members of the Bahuang family wore sterile clothes as they walked into the ward.

On the sickbed lay a girl with a pale face.

The few of them looked at each other. The leader took out an ice-cold box and took out layers of protective medicine bottles.

Whoosh... Whoosh....

He shook the liquid in the small bottle and used the needle to drain it dry. He bent down and carefully inserted it into the blood vessels on the girl's wrist.

As the piston handle of the needle was slowly pushed, the medicine in the tube became less and less.

Five seconds later, the injection was finished. The man pulled back the needle and did not wipe the few drops of blood that flowed out of the girl's wrist. He led the group to retreat immediately.