At that moment, Gong Shirao looked at him in shock. The recently replaced IV bottle slipped from her hand and crashed to the ground, with glass fragments scattering at her feet. Injured, she remained oblivious, her expression complex as she stared at him.
It was as if time itself had frozen.
"Hoping I'd open with something like that, aren't you?" Zhan Nanjue continued, "What a pity. I still remember you."
"..." Gong Shirao looked at him blankly, then her body trembled slightly as she took a step back, spitting out two words through gritted teeth, "Boring!!"
Panicking, she bent down to pick up the glass fragments, only recalling after injuring her fingers that she needed to fetch cleaning tools.
Zhan Nanjue suddenly grabbed her wrist with his IV-drip hand, pulling her up from the floor.
The blood was flowing backward in the hand with the needle inserted, with red liquid in the veins.
Gong Shirao quickly let go of his hand and commanded him, "Lie down right now!"
