Ye Yan was still squatting where she was when she heard footsteps.
She was so familiar with him that she could tell he was coming just by that slight sound.
Ye Yan lifted her head, her eyes swollen and bloodshot beneath.
At this moment, her eyes looking at him had no warmth, only boundless hatred.
It was like a hand suddenly clenched around his heart, crushing it viciously, bursting his veins, and splattering his blood.
Fu Xingzhou had just finished drawing blood; his face was still pale, and his appearance didn't look any better than Ye Yan's.
"Are you satisfied now?" Ye Yan pointed to the red light of the emergency room. "Is this the outcome you wanted?"
Fu Xingzhou wanted to get closer, but her clear repulsion made him stay where he was.
"I've said, I would repay you with everything."
"Repay, if Ye Zhun dies, can you give him his life back?"
Just then, a nurse pushing a cart walked by; Ye Yan caught sight of a freshly sterilized scalpel in a steel box.
