"Ling Yunshu, you've really gone mad."
"Yes, I've gone mad. I've been mad for a long time, Xiao Chen. Haven't you driven me to madness? Tell me, is that not true?" Ling Yunshu's voice suddenly lowered, laced with a trace of cold laughter.
That laughter, like countless fine needles, pierced straight into Xiao Chen. He gripped his cell phone so hard that his fingers turned white. At last, his voice rose, heavy with resolve, "Give me half an hour; I'll have the stuff delivered to the hospital entrance."
"That's more like it." Ling Yunshu laughed, then cut the call off abruptly.
After hanging up, Xiao Chen's hand fell limply. Now, he watched helplessly as Ling Yunshu took the wrong turn more and more, growing increasingly paranoid, yet he could do nothing about it. He rubbed his face with both hands forcefully, then he pressed the hospital's intercom.
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