Song Zhen's tears, endlessly rolling down.
He had already caused a scene that morning.
He ripped off his mask, pulled out the IV needle, and recklessly charged out, only to be carried back to bed by the medical staff and his bodyguard.
"Let me go!"
"Mr. Song! Life is precious, please cherish your health!"
"Mr. Song! Calm down!"
"Let me go!"
The doctor, left with no choice, gave him an injection.
He immediately lay obediently in bed, completely drained of strength.
Staring at the ceiling, he cursed in a weak yet sorrowful rage, "Bastard! Let me go! Let me go! I want to find Zhouzhou! I want to find my wife! She is still waiting for me!"
No one paid attention to him.
The doctor carefully examined his body, then put the medical vapor mask back on him, reinserted the needle into his vein, and had the nurse continuously watch him.
