"Fuck, who cares about Yu Guang, look who that is!"
The girl who spoke was accompanied by a friend covering her mouth, unable to contain her excitement.
"Who—oh, my God!!"
Chen Qing!
Alive!
Everyone originally gathered around the sickbed widened their eyes—in the presence of Chen Qing, who would care about Yu Guang!
"Who... who is it... you guys, start talking... "
The patient in the neighboring bed struggled to sit up, his voice weak and hoarse as he shouted.
He started to speak, but it was like he had eaten rice mixed with arsenic!
Such gossip, you could tell right away this was a survivor.
Chen Qing injected a syringe into the patient's carotid artery and then swiftly cut open his arm. Soon enough, red blood mixed with strands of bluish-gray began to flow out.
"Wait until that stuff is all out before you stop the bleeding,"
said Chen Qing, wiping the blood off her hands indifferently.
"What if he dies from losing too much blood?"