What good would it do me to save you?

Lin Hanxing's cold eyes swept across the crowd.

He turned and walked towards Yuan Xiaolei, who was tied up on the operating table.

Yuan Xiaolei, whose mouth was sealed, truly experienced what it meant to be in heaven and hell every second.

With tears rolling in her eyes, her pale face was full of pleading.

Lin Hanxing looked down at her, the operating light showing the coldness in her bones.

"Don't you know that there's an operation going on inside? Do you think I won't call the police?"

The chief surgeon stood up, but it was not difficult to hear the guilt in his voice.

Lin Hanxing pretended not to hear her and reached out to remove the thing blocking Yuan Xiaolei's mouth.

"You ..."

"Shut up!" Lin Hanxing raised his head coldly and looked at the doctor.

In the next second, Yuan Xiaolei's mouth was free.

"Save me! Lin xiaojiu, save me!"

This was the only floating piece of wood that Yuan Xiaolei could grab onto.

"They want to kill me!"