Old Lady Liao, who had just been arrogant, suddenly became a bit panicked, "Why are you closing the door?"
Changling, wearing a mask, said, "You're too loud."
She placed the medical tray she had brought onto the table, having anticipated that the old lady would throw things. The tray contained newly prepared medications, syringes, and fresh IV needles.
She picked up a syringe and unwrapped it.
The sound of the plastic wrapper crackled.
Old Lady Liao felt panicky at the sound and immediately pulled out the needle, "I don't want you to give me an injection."
Changling inserted the needle of the syringe into a vial, drew out the air, and injected the diluent, her movements neither hurried nor slow, very professional, "Then what do you want?"
"Did you do it on purpose? Press on my leg?"
Changling shook her head, "I didn't." She swirled the vial, letting the medicine powder fully dissolve in the diluent.
