The big guy left the operating room, and when he returned, he had a syringe in his hand.
"Hey hey hey"
Tutu tried to stop him, "Isn't that needle reused? Can you switch to a new one?"
"A dying person and still so much nonsense?"
The small guy took the syringe and directly jabbed it into Tutu's vein.
This person's body had been checked before, no bad habits from the past. Starting with an intravenous injection would inevitably induce a trance, and it wouldn't be long before he fell into a coma.
And the initial reaction was just as he thought, Tutu's skin began to redden and heat up, breathing became heavy...
Then nothing happened, Tutu's complexion remained unchanged, his expression calm, eyes fixed on him.
"What did you inject me with? I won't get HIV, will I?"
?
Something's off.
The small guy suspiciously looked at the big guy.
"Didn't you give enough dosage?"
The big guy scratched his head.
"Impossible, I mixed it according to my usual dose."
