Yet what else could he do?
Back then, when Rong Qinglei had died right before his eyes, he had felt utterly useless.
He could only stand there and watch, unable to do anything.
He was clearly a doctor, yet he could not save his own patient.
That feeling of helplessness was truly unbearable.
"You!" Yue Mingxuan glared at Rong Zishen in anger.
Rong Zishen merely smiled as if he had done nothing wrong at all.
"If you still hate me for that matter, why not just kill yourself and go accompany that useless Rong Qinglei?" Rong Zishen said casually. "Though I should thank you. I was going to deal with him sooner or later anyway. Him dying to save you saved me quite a bit of trouble."
With his usual irritating attitude, Rong Zishen spoke these words.
Yue Mingxuan wished he could tear him into pieces, but at this moment, he was completely powerless.
The acupoints on his body had not been released.
The sensation of ants biting at him still lingered.
