Zhang Li made Jing Mo feel a little uneasy. He tightened his grip on the document in his hand before walking towards Zhang Li.
Zhang Li got up from the bed and looked up at him. "Close the door."
Jing Mo turned around and glanced at the ward door. He turned around and said, "You don't have to close the door in the hospital."
Zhang Li refused. "Close it. Didn't you want to talk to me about Yaoyao? We'll talk after you close it."
Jing Mo ignored the uneasiness in his heart and agreed helplessly. He turned around and closed the door.
The moment he turned around, Zhang Li rushed over and stabbed the knife in her hand into his lower back.
The sharp blade entered his body. The sharp pain made Jing Mo's vision blur and he almost fell to the ground.
The document in his hand fell to the ground. Jing Mo opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he choked on a mouthful of blood.
