A miracle from God?
That's right, seeing Lucas Douglas at this point in time, and him even saving his life, truly counts as a miracle.
Hank Clegg tried to move his fingers.
They were numb.
His entire central nervous system was now paralyzed.
Brain-dead... Douglas probably wasn't wrong. Had he not removed the needle from his arm in time, he might indeed be brain-dead by now.
But even so, his body should be able to survive for a while.
One wonders if it would be possible, within three months, to hold on until all pathogens were eradicated from his body... In that case, Duo Duo might have some hope after all.
Seeing Hank Clegg not responding, Douglas shook his head regretfully, then placed his handgun in Hank Clegg's palm.
"You can't lift the gun now, can you?" he asked him, his tone slightly mocking, "If I'm not mistaken, you can't even utter a single word, right?"
Douglas shook his head, tsks tsks. The more beautiful the face, the eviler it appears.
