"This brain-dead kid believed it, once he comes, both mother and child will be yours."
After hanging up the phone, the doctor at Red Shirt Mental Hospital said viciously to someone hiding behind the curtain.
Just as Lille guessed, there were Scavengers squatting here—not three, but four of them.
"Haha, doctor, it's about time you came to your senses. You should have done this long ago, talking about professional ethics—just stripping patients of their organs?"
"There's one more thing—don't strip those who are underage!"
"Hahaha!"
The companions of the Scavenger also started laughing, mocking the doctor's ridiculous "professional ethics."
The doctor wasn't angry; he just wanted that kid David dead—and there was money to be made after the deed was done.
He had treated that woman diligently these past few days just to figure out which underworld path this kid was involved in—
And the result?
A whole lot of nothing!
And to think he had the audacity to point a gun at him?
