"Not afraid, huh?" Tan Kelin's lips curled slightly, then he suddenly said, "Do you want me to unveil the white cloth and let you see the person's face?"
The instant he spoke, Xie Wanying's hand holding the syringe needle shivered uncontrollably.
Her gaze slowly lifted from where she had been looking down and settled on the white cloth covering the corpse.
Impossible, she was sure of it, that patient was alive last night. If they had actually died, Luo Yanfen would have told her already.
Turning back, she saw something that seemed like a line written in Teacher Tan's cold eyes.
Her hand trembled.
"You can feel fear too? Are you thinking it might be the patient from last night?" As his gaze caught her trembling fingertips, the smirk on Tan Kelin's lips grew more pronounced, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
He had originally thought she feared nothing, that she truly had become a cold-blooded creature.
