Lin Qian took a drag from her cigarette, gently exhaling the smoke. The cigarette was becoming increasingly tasteless.
She drapped one leg over the coffee table, "What tricks can I possibly play?"
Lin Qian despised her helplessness. If Nuannuan wasn't in their hands, she would have taken them all down long ago.
That familiar feeling was coming back, as if there were countless poisonous insects inside her, biting her flesh at the same time.
She didn't even have the strength to hold the cigarette. Xia Ran looked at her collapsed on the floor, "You're having another episode, aren't you?"
"Give... give me... Ah... it hurts..."
The virus inside Lin Qian's body started to act up. In addition, she had started dabbling in drugs, unafraid of dying.
The virus, combined with the drugs, led to increasingly rapid outbreaks of the disease within her.
To the research institute, Lin Qian was nothing more than a pawn, a mere test subject.
