Story 103: The Last Story

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23:40:02.

Zhou Cheng stood alone outside the side door of Nan Yu Hospital, having smoked a total of 8 cigarettes in just over ten minutes, deliberately taking a few extra minutes before heading back.

He naturally trusted Daylight's judgment, but also knew that the evidence was insufficient.

Li Qingming, that kid, not to mention anything else, had a knack for intimidation, and having personally experienced the Secret Realm where Chen Xuejian was, he understood the situation better than anyone. Under such circumstances, extracting a coerced confession by flustering him did indeed seem quite hopeful.

With this modest hope, Zhou Cheng rubbed his hands and briskly walked back to the front of the hospital.

Then...

He saw the stretcher.

Medical staff were rushing a stretcher from the tent to the main hospital building, and it didn't look good.

"Blood pressure is too low!"

"Cardiac stimulant, get the cardiac stimulant!"

"Do we need a blood transfusion?"

"Not for now."