Qin Hanshuang's body wavered.
She was clearly aware of something...
But the woman still propped herself up, her body trembling as she glanced at Zheng Zihao in the hospital room, who had fainted from the overwhelming smell of blood:
"Doctor Wen... What you mentioned about removal... What exactly did you remove..."
"Of course, it's the thing that can bully women, causing trouble everywhere."
Wen Sunan curled his lips into a smile, threw his bloodied gloves into the trash bin, and elegantly patted Qin Hanshuang's shoulder, "Don't worry, it can still be used."
"But if there's a next time, who knows."
"Brother—!"
As soon as Wen Sunan finished speaking, Zheng Qingqing rushed into the hospital room like a madwoman.
She lifted the blanket covering Zheng Zihao, and she was stunned.
"Mom, brother, he..."
The daughter's voice finally snapped the last string of rationality in Qin Hanshuang's mind.
She crazedly extended her hand to strangle Wen Sunan by the neck:
"How dare you!"
