[Last time it was half an hour, this time it's only ten minutes.]
Li Yang shook his head, stood up, walked to the glass door, and tapped on it.
"The concentration of the sedative nebulization has been increased."
The person inside had already collapsed on the floor, white carpet and white walls, a white bed. This was clearly a high-end ward, not a kitchen.
Mu Qiu walked to his side, looking at the person who had fallen down, with a serious and solemn expression.
Li Yang sighed and said, "From being needed to committing suicide without any warning, his mother has been gone for ten years, and now he has such intense emotional changes in less than ten minutes. What do you think we should do?"
After a moment of silence, Mu Qiu concluded—
"That thigh is really firm."
Li Yang: "Are you suggesting we send him to Thailand?"
Mu Qiu: "Maybe, he actually still has muscles."
