"Swish."
A bright white light flashed.
Lu Changsheng held a dagger and swiftly spun around, instantly slashing the throats of the two individuals.
"Thump."
The expressions on the faces of the two men froze for a moment, their eyes revealing a hint of astonishment, as if they couldn't believe it.
They fell to the ground and soon became lifeless corpses.
Lu Changsheng took slow steps towards the last remaining figure.
"You..."
The final figure widened his eyes, his face filled with fear.
Without hesitation, he tried to flee.
But before he could lift his foot, Lu Changsheng's dagger was already in front of him.
The sharp blade was just inches away, and its chilling edge filled the man with dread.
"Spare me, Doctor Lu, spare me."
"Do you know me?" Lu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat surprised.
"We know you. Every apothecary and assistant physician at Miaoshou Garden, we know them all."
