Better than he imagined now...?
Yin Shixiu felt his throat was very dry, even his lips felt uncomfortably dry when they touched.
The man noticed his discomfort and got up to pour a glass of water, letting him drink through a straw,
"The doctor comes around every evening at about eight. Rest assured, the doctor is absolutely reliable, but the one I found is not that authoritative, just capable of barely keeping you alive."
Yin Shixiu looked at the man and nodded slightly.
There was no need for the man to say much; Yin Shixiu understood in his heart.
"Now, you're already considered a dead man. The police found that severed arm, and the Yin Family indeed took that arm as yours."
Yin Shixiu took a sip of water, his throat no longer as parched as before.
"So far, everything is still proceeding according to my plan. Of course, I am not sure if the Yin Family determining that the severed arm is yours is good or bad for you..."
The man shrugged slightly.
