Siming Hospital.
He Jingyao held Zhixi in his arms, staring intently at a small shadow on the back of her neck.
His expression was frighteningly grim.
Zhixi couldn't see it herself, but when she reached out to touch it, she could indeed feel a slight bump there.
No wonder she'd always felt some discomfort in her neck and shoulder area. It turned out that after she fell unconscious, Ye Shutong had implanted this thing in her neck.
Huo Yanhui was already wearing a white coat, and his expression was somewhat grave: "Ye Shutong said this thing won't be fatal, but she didn't say what it is. It doesn't look like N37, and surely it's not N39, so it shouldn't be a micro-bomb. I really don't know what it is."
He Jingyao sneered coldly.
She indeed didn't intend to harm anyone, yet she deliberately left this thing to disgust him.
Because he didn't understand its nature, He Jingyao dared not rashly take it out.
