Lu Tong entered the room, bent down to set the overturned stool upright, and said, "Why make such a fuss? Just make some rat poison."
Lin Danqing was taken aback, "What?"
"It's hard to catch a rat in the gutter, so why dirty your hands? Better to mix some tasty rat poison into the bait."
"I'm not afraid of him stealing, I'm afraid he won't steal."
Lin Danqing paused for a moment, then clapped her hands: "You're right!"
"Everyone says rats are cunning, but they're not easy to catch. It's better to spread some rat poison and get it done." She hopped off the table, leaned the bamboo pole against the corner of the wall, "I'm off to make the poison, today I must poison that little bastard to death."
There were no ice blocks in the Medical Officer Institute's room, not as cool as Cui Min's Quiet Room. Lu Tong sat down by the window, resting her forehead in her hand, seemingly a bit weary.
