In the morning, after mo Sanmiao and Qiming left mo garden, the two of them drove.
"Where to?" Mo Sanmiao asked, but Qiming did not reply.
He drove towards the hospital.
After alighting from the car, he left alone. Mo Sanmiao quickly followed behind him. The two of them went up the stairs and went straight to the top floor, then came down from the side.
"Ah," he said. At this moment, a man's painful scream came from inside.
Mo Sanmiao's hair stood on end. He looked up at Qiming and saw him climb in. He followed closely and almost missed his step. Qiming reached out and grabbed him, throwing him inside.
"It hurts, it hurts a lot." The Adjutant groaned in pain.
He saw Zhao Meng pull out the needle and look at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I think I poked the wrong place. Let's do it again. "
"I'm done, I'm done!"The Adjutant clutched his arms in pain.
