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Unfortunately, Li Ping's plan was destined to fail. As he pretended to finish inserting the pills and was about to stand up, he was struck by something unknown. The pain surged in an instant, and he fell back to his knees. Then, he heard a voice, devilish as it may be.
"If you wish to be like him, then by all means, continue!" Xiao Yao didn't specify what "like him" meant.
But Li Ping instantly understood—he had been caught. The ghost meant that if he didn't administer the medication, he too would lose an arm. No, he didn't want to become disabled; he didn't want this fate. Quickly trembling, he shoved the pill he had previously hidden into Chang Hongwei's mouth. Chang's eyes shifted from gratitude to fear, begging, and hatred. He despised Li Ping for giving him hope only to plunge him back into the depths of despair.
