After Lu Ming left, the medical staff in the room all breathed a sigh of relief silently.
They were all weak. They thought that Xue Fanghua would really be killed by Lu Ming.
The weak director got up from the ground and gave Xue Fanghua a severe slap on her head.
"How many times have I told you? Why did you have to do this?"
Xue Fanghua held her head, sobbing loudly, "Dad! I didn't do it! It really wasn't me!"
"What's the use of saying these things now? If you hadn't done it the first time, would Lu Ming suspect you?"
Xue Fanghua, who was blind, had no idea who was in the room at the moment, and simply gave voice to her grievances aloud.
"Dad! Don't I lack the ability to kill Jing Yiren? Otherwise, why would I have been dilly-dallying with her for so long? ..."
Before Xue Fanghua could finish her sentence, the director immediately came over and covered her mouth.
Xue Fanghua was riled up and didn't think much, she pulled away the director's hand and continued speaking.
