He seemed not to feel any pain, not even furrowing his brow. He placed down the scalpel and again extended his fingers into the wound, forcibly extracting a small, sealed plastic bottle.
After casually bandaging the wound and washing both his hands and the bottle with clean water, Zhan Sheng stared at the bottle, caught in a web of conflicting emotions.
Does he have to do this?
In this tiny bottle, there's a liquid that, once poured into the water supply, would spell disaster for everyone here. But does he really have to do this?
Not doing it would mean his own death.
Doing it… would mean Hua Ling's death...
Zhan Sheng never imagined he would hesitate over a man. Clearly, he barely remembers him, and they hadn't spent much time together, yet why does he feel so conflicted…
Nevertheless, he should not hesitate. He doesn't know Hua Ling that well, and although Hua Ling had treated him well, it wasn't worth risking his life for.
What he needed to do was to act according to plan…
