The temperature in the ward dropped sharply, almost condensing into a ball.

Yu Jinwen sat down and Nan Song stood up. The two of them stared at Director Huang who fell on the ground with stern expressions, forming an overwhelming momentum.

After all, Director Huang is also the director of a department. He usually shows off his power by scolding others, but today he couldn't show off any aura.

He forced himself to calm down, swallowed, and looked at Nan Song, "No, you asked me to hit you?"

"Did I ask you to hit me?"

Nan Song stretched out his hand towards Gu Heng, "Bring me the phone."

Gu Heng understood, unlocked the phone, and pulled out the chat history. Nan Song took it and showed it to Director Huang.

Nan Song said calmly: "I was so angry at first that I really wanted to arrange for someone to give him an injection so that he could have a good memory."

Knowing that "he" refers to himself, Yu Jinwen pursed his lower lip slightly.

Is there still a turning point?

Nan Song then said: "But the anti-inflammatory injection is actually optional, and there will be a series of side effects after the injection. I thought about it and let it go."

Yu Jinwen was slightly startled, hearing her soft-heartedness from her words, and couldn't help but feel happy.

"So that's it. Thank you for not killing me."

Nan Song gave him a cold look and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

She just didn't want to give him the opportunity to let her pester her again because of this or that situation, back and forth, endlessly.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Director Huang's forehead, and he hesitated: "That's me. I was too busy and didn't see the content of the message behind."

"Yeah?"

Nan Song's cold gaze passed over Director Huang's face like a blade, and he took the needle from Yu Jinwen's hand, "So, is the injection you want to give him an anti-inflammatory injection?"

Director Huang's face trembled visibly, and his eyes were full of guilt.

"Old Huang, we are all medical students. It's okay for you to fool a layman, but you can't fool me."

Nan Song pushed the needle gently, and the injection jumped out lightly from the slender needle. Her red lips curled up coldly, "What exactly is in this needle, let's try it and find out."

She said, holding the syringe and walking towards Director Huang.

Director Huang's face was ashen and he rubbed his head back step by step.

"It's just anti-inflammatory medicine. It won't kill you. What are you afraid of?"

There was a smile on Nan Song's lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She was more like a female asura who came to seek life. She raised the needle and lowered it, seeing that the needle was about to prick Director Huang's body——

"No! There is poison in this, it will kill people!"

Director Huang couldn't bear it anymore and struggled violently. He was so frightened that tears and snot fell from his nose, and his whole body was shaking as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

"It's not that I want to harm anyone, it's them who forced me to do this. They forced me..."

Later, he knelt down directly on the ground, clasped his hands and begged Nan Song: "Grace, I beg you, because we have known each other for so many years, please let me go!"

Nan Song's cold gaze swept across his face, and the words he spat out were cold and ruthless.

"If it weren't for the fact that we have known each other for many years, this injection would have already been inserted into your body."

She raised her hand to make a gesture, and the bodyguards came in and dragged Director Huang away. Director Huang continued to cry out for injustice while struggling.

"Just keep your grievances to the police. If you want to come out alive to see your family, I advise you to tell the truth honestly. Qiao Leng will not protect you."

Nan Song handed the syringe to Gu Heng, "Give this to the police for testing."

"yes."
Chapter completed!