In the pitch-black hospital room, only the dim moonlight shone on the patient lying on the bed.
As she approached the bed, the blue medical mask was removed, revealing the gloomy face of Xiao Yingying.
At this moment, her hand was holding a syringe without any medicine, apparently due to her nervousness, the hand gripping the syringe had a slight tremble.
The syringe was tightly clenched in her hand as she took her steps closer to the bedside.
She didn't dare to turn on the light, so she had to rely on the light coming through the window for illumination.
Her gaze fell on the infusion tube hanging by the old man's bed, and the syringe in her hand was jabbed into the infusion tube.
After a moment, she pulled the syringe from the infusion tube and looked at the person on the bed without any movement, feeling somewhat fearful herself.
She didn't know if it was psychological, but the person in the bed seemed to be breathing less deeply now.
