With a glance, the family doctor retreated.
He took a syringe and liquid from a pile of medical equipment, filled it fluidly, his movements seamless.
She shrank back in fright. That thick syringe was filled with an unknown amount of liquid—what would be the result if it was all injected into her body? She had heard quite clearly what the family doctor said just now—her current physical condition was not suitable for this injection! "Lu Shifeng, don't mess around," she trembled, speaking with extreme caution. "What if you make things worse?"
He completely ignored her, his long, steady fingers gently pushing the syringe upwards, the air inside it expelled with a small burst of liquid, forming a shimmering mist in the air.
He walked towards her, syringe in hand.
Her legs went weak; she wanted to flee desperately, but the bedroom was only so large, and she was easily caught after just a few steps.
