As the syringe emptied its contents into the IV line, the doctor's eyes flashed with a triumphant smile.
But the next second, his eyes bulged with disbelief, and he didn't even manage to look back before collapsing like a robot that had lost all power.
The moment the doctor fell, the man behind him was revealed—handsome and with an underlying murderous intent.
Gong Chen wiped his hands, "Take him out."
Chen Jin stepped forward and effortlessly dragged the man away.
Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence.
Gong Chen sat at the bedside, carefully peeling the tape off Lin Zhiyi's hand. The needle underneath hadn't penetrated the skin at all—it was just an eye-shielding technique.
He caressed her hand and stared at her pale, peaceful sleeping face, his profound eyes slightly restrained before he lowered his eyelids, shielding all emotions.
He just held her hand even tighter.