The drug's potency intensified, and Mu Chenxi's vision blurred more and more.
Through her misted eyes, she gazed at the shadowy figure emerging at the door, unable to discern if it was a hallucination or someone truly entering.
Fu Yanshen was still dressed in blue and white striped hospital attire, with disposable slippers on his feet.
"Chenxi!"
He stormed forward in large strides, grabbed Qin Feng by the collar like one would discard trash, and flung him powerfully towards the coffee table.
With a thud, Qin Feng's head collided with the table, blood spilling from a gash in his scalp.
The three other men were sent sprawling with a single kick each from Fu Yanshen.
Deprived of their support, Mu Chenxi's body went limp and she began to topple to the ground again.
Before she hit the floor, Fu Yanshen promptly stretched out his arms, enveloping her in a tender embrace filled with distress.
His eyes, tainted with a bloodthirsty intent, swept across the four men.