He hadn't even picked up the knife yet when he was already screaming in agony.
"Go ahead," Tang Yuxin's instruction to proceed wasn't for him, but for Gu Ning.
Understanding, Gu Ning clenched her fist, the joints in her fingers popping loudly.
The male patient was stunned for a moment and now had stopped howling, but he was inexplicably staring at Gu Ning and even sat up as if scrutinizing something. Could this be some new treatment method? To temporarily make him forget the pain, was this some devised act?
Before he could ponder any further, he felt a sudden numbness in his neck, and Gu Ning's hand had already struck his neck, causing him to collapse limply to the side. He now resembled a dead fat pig; to be slaughtered and butchered at one's whim, skinned if desired, or plucked if necessary.
