They dragged Long Xingkui out, leaving Helian Min lying on the bed, screaming in despair, but no one paid him any attention.
Not long after, Helian Min heard Long Xingkui's screams coming from the next room. Separated by just one wall, he didn't even have the strength to reach out and press the emergency bell.
Time passed second by second, as Helian Min tried to move his body.
He rolled off the hospital bed, hitting his head on the edge of the table. The IV stand connected to his other arm toppled, and the infusion bottle shattered all over the floor.
After falling to the ground, he no longer had the strength to get up. His only option was to extend his unharmed arm and pound the wall.
The surveillance camera had a sound feature, and Helian Min's cries echoed through the computer, his sobs tearing at the heart, a desperate and tragic wail.
Lu Xiaoyou supported one elbow with her hand, tilting her head, her palm resting against her cheek.
