A heavy silence hung in the air as the doctor's grim words sank in. Li Xiaojun could feel the weight of the truth like a vise around his heart - someone had deliberately, meticulously plotted to take Grandpa Sun's life through nefarious means. The very idea was abhorrent, a perversion of the natural order that shook him to his core.
Sun Lixia seemed to share his visceral revulsion, her face ashen and stricken. As a biochemist by training, her brilliant mind was already connecting the dots, piecing together the terrible implications behind the shadowy assassin's chosen weapon - a neurotoxin designed to induce a catastrophic stroke.
"Doctor," Sun Lixia called out in a voice taut with urgency, "I'd like to see a copy of the full forensics report on this toxin immediately, if you please."
The doctor paused, clearly taken aback by her insistent demand. "Of course, Miss Sun, but I must warn you the details are quite dist-"
