This guy looks like he really might need some tranquilizer.
Standing at the doorstep of the second recipient, Fu Qian covertly judged as he watched half an eye peek out from the crack in the door.
The green-blue pupil was huge, scattered with red veins on the substantial whites of the eye, and at the moment, the eyeball was spasmodically wiggling left and right.
There was no need to make a sound, a sense of unease rushed over him.
"What should I call you?"
This time, Fu Qian let the other party state their identity.
"Sam."
Unexpectedly, he didn't get the door slammed in his face, the person behind the door recoiled reflexively but then surprisingly came back to provide his name.
That's right.
Fu Qian glanced at the list in his hand; this Sam guy was indeed the second patient.
"So why didn't you go to the clinic on time?"
Although the other party was cooperative, Fu Qian didn't rush him to open the door but naturally asked a second question.
"I..."
