352 Anesthetics

After Olivia Taylor entered the treatment room, she felt the emptiness inside, with only herself as a patient, which was vastly different from the overwhelming sea of patients outside.

She didn't think much of it, assuming that perhaps the triage desk was well-organized, ensuring the privacy of every patient.

Olivia's attention had long since shifted to the child in her abdomen, her guard gradually relaxed toward the outside world.

Dr. Harrison, or rather, Benjamin Johnson, felt a faint excitement in his heart after seeing Olivia come in.

Olivia was like a piece of fat meat, and he was a ferocious wolf.

Benjamin's mission was to lead Olivia to the operating room.

Actually, taking Olivia's life could be done without so much trouble; drawing the curtain, wielding the knife would be even more convenient and quick.

Benjamin had complained about it in his heart, but after all, it was a task arranged by his superiors, without any room for his own thoughts.