"I didn't..." the man quickly denied, almost using all his strength to pull her up, "Hold on..."
But suddenly, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Then, his entire face was bloody, suddenly becoming another clear and distinct face, "Yinyin, hand over the vaccine..."
"Ah..." Mu Yin screamed sharply, waking up.
...
Inside the VIP hospital ward,
The man sitting in the wheelchair faced the large French window, his back to the door, like a statue.
The morning light filtered through the glass, casting upon his body.
Stretching his tall and straight back, he seemed like an injured lone wolf, exuding an inexplicable sense of desolation and loneliness.
"Your wishful thinking has fallen through." Si Chen, holding a cigarette in his mouth, appeared at the doorway with clouds of smoke billowing around him.
His expensive suit was a bit wrinkled, a few buttons on his shirt undone, and his tired handsome face held a hint of cynical nonchalance.
He had been up all of last night.
