Gu Chen casually took a step forward, conveniently blocking Jason's gaze. "Mr. Brown, we came to check on you. How are you feeling now?"
Jason sneered, lifting his left arm, covered in numerous needle marks. "What do you think? Thanks to you two, I'm still alive."
He erupted into a violent cough, spitting out fresh blood. The nurse by his side hurriedly wiped his mouth.
Waving his hand, Jason signaled for everyone else to leave. Only then did he speak, "Miss Song is indeed skilled. Can you tell what poison I've been exposed to?"
Suppressing her disgust and fear, Song Fan reluctantly responded, "Mr. Brown, are you joking? What poison can be identified with the naked eye? I'm not an analyzer."
"Right, how could I forget? You're not an analyzer." Jason suddenly seemed delighted. This was something Song Fan had said to him before, but she didn't remember.
