For half a day, two words were finally squeezed out in the room, "I want..."
Jiang Zhi's lips slowly curled upwards.
That was enough, he'd had his fun, and he left.
At the door, the "male nurse" politely said, "Second Young Master, take care."
As if to say: Welcome back anytime.
Twenty minutes later—
Someone in the hospital room said, "Take the basin away."
The tone was grinding.
The man standing at the door looked out the window twice, saw nobody, presumably... squatting down for a convenience. He reached for the basin, even putting on gloves deliberately, but just as his hand reached the window, it was suddenly yanked.
Damn it! Fed him so many drugs and he still has strength!
Su Qinghou pulled forcefully, and with a thud, the man's balance was lost, his head hit the wall, and just as he tried to resist, the sharp plastic shard was thrust against his throat.
"Open the door."
The man struggled.
Su Qinghou simply pushed the shard deeper into his flesh.
