"Then tell me, what are you doing with this medicine? If I remember correctly, you don't usually carry medication with you, nor do you have any illness that would suddenly necessitate carrying this bottle. What is it?" Su Zhiruan stood at the front, her expression calm yet her eyes carried a faint murderous intent. She held a phone in her left hand, making no attempt to hide that she was recording, while her right hand reached into her pocket.
At this point, many residents had also sensed that something was off. Those with phones turned them on, and those who liked to live stream started doing so.
"This is... this..." Jiang Beiyu's gaze drifted; he swallowed hard, unable to look at Su Zhiruan, "This is my quick heart-saving pill. I was diagnosed with heart disease a while ago, and I keep it for self-rescue."