"What the hell kind of hospital is this, making such a fuss." Zhang Jie impatiently extended his hand.
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly echoed from the ward.
It was seen that there was a sewing needle wedged in the nail seam of Zhang Jie's middle finger on the hand receiving a drip.
The so-called "ten fingers linked to the heart," Zhang Jie roared in pain, cold sweat covering his forehead.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Zhang Jie bellowed in anger.
The little nurse removed her mask, revealing a petite face; it was none other than Yang Lin.
"Bitch, I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Jie wanted to crawl off the bed, only to find his body completely powerless.
That's when he recalled that the nurse who had come to administer the drip earlier was also Yang Lin.
"You, what did you put in my medicine?" Zhang Jie used all his strength to remove the drip from his hand and tried to press the emergency button, but Yang Lin tore it off.
