Getting closer and closer.
In theory, all it would take is a gentle shake, a pull, and then a tug, and the head on Doctor Jack's neck would fall off.
If Yi Lin acted fast enough, and if Jack died cleanly enough, the head that fell might even blink and twitch for a few seconds.
10 centimeters.
5 centimeters.
3 centimeters.
Yi Lin's fingers, along with the blood threads on them, were almost touching Jack's neck.
"By the way…"
Doctor Jack suddenly turned his head.
He saw Yi Lin following him leisurely, about a meter behind.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere right now?"
Yi Lin smiled slightly, the smile warm and gentle, "I don't feel uncomfortable at all, by the way, when can I probably finish the treatment?"
Jack chuckled, "Don't worry, your treatment course is almost over. You only need a few more sessions…"
Suddenly.
Bang—
A loud noise came from the end of the hallway.
"What the hellllllll—"
Almost at the same time, accompanied by a stifled and bitter scream.