In the hospital room, which reeked of the sharp scent of disinfectant,
the atmosphere was so oppressive it was nearly suffocating.
Qu Yuxiu lay on the hospital bed, his body so weak he was like a candle flickering in the wind,
yet his eyes still held a trace of stubbornness and resentment.
Just then, the foreign man, like a rabid beast,
mercilessly ripped the IV needle from the back of Qu Yuxiu's hand.
In an instant, blood gushed down the back of his hand like a bursting dam,
the glaring red a horrifying sight under the pale hospital lights.
But the foreign man seemed not to see it at all.
His face was devoid of expression, as cold as a block of ice,
and his eyes held nothing but endless indifference and cruelty.
He completely ignored Qu Yuxiu's face, which was contorted in agony,
and the look of fury and humiliation in his eyes.
Instead, he reached out a hand like an eagle's talon and viciously seized Qu Yuxiu's shoulder.
