"Ahhh, it hurts so much!" Jia Youzhi screamed in agony from the hospital bed, "Director Li, there's something wrong with that black clinic, it feels like my heart has been dug out!"
"Your heart was dug out, and you're still alive?" Wu Wei put on her coat, she had immense trust in Li Sansi, though she had doubts, she didn't ask further.
In the corner, Ding Xiang draped in a gauzy robe, lowered her head to look at the ghastly stitched wound, resembling a centipede sprawled on her chest.
Out of nowhere, words from Gao Ming at the underground clinic flashed through her mind—Are we innocent?
Are there any innocent people in this city?
"Get dressed, now's not the time to rest, I'll take you to see the truth." Gao Ming had thick bandages wrapped around his face and body, his chest wound equally gruesome, each stitch sewn into flesh, the black thread carrying deep sorrow.
