Chapter 179: The Proving Ground (9)
There was some commotion outside the door, and the two big men with strong physiques frowned, their huge bodies twisted slightly, and their hands held the handle on the door, staring at the wooden door in front of them with vigilant eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
It seemed that she also sensed the commotion outside the door, and the woman lying on the bed bleeding from seven orifices opened her slightly swollen eyes, and the bloodshot inside was like the zombie in the cage, covered with dense blood.
"Go and see what's going on?" Wang Chuan, who was under the incandescent light, said with gentle eyes, his slender hands spread out, and gently stroked the hideous face of the patient in front of him.
"Yes. I don't know where to pull out a gun, two big men took out guns at the same time, one of them moved his body, leaned in the direction of the opening of the wooden door, the hand holding the doorknob twisted slightly, and the next moment, the muzzle of the gun pointed out the door, and the door was opened at once.
As if a comforting action, Wang Chuan reached out to touch his patient's face, but it didn't seem to reduce the fear in the hearts of the people lying on the bed at the moment, the blood-covered faces trembled with Wang Chuan's caressing movements, and the eyes of the people under his hands involuntarily looked at Wang Chuan.
"It's going to be fine. As if knowing what she would ask, Wang Chuan looked at her slightly open lips and smiled slightly, his eyes full of kindness, watching her frightened expression fade from her face, and the trembling amplitude of fear became smaller and smaller. "The people out there aren't here to get you. ā
Hearing this, the woman lying on the bed seemed to be a lot more relieved, and her begging eyes fell on Wang Chuan's gentle face. Wang Chuan was already her only hope of not changing, the woman thought, a flash of water in her bloodshot eyes.
"Lie down. Wang Chuan, who was holding his cheeks, didn't know what he was thinking, reached out and stroked the woman's forehead, and then slid down, making the woman close her eyes obediently.
Standing up, his fingers touched the potional bag hanging next to the bed, Wang Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at the potion that fell little by little, stretched his fingers up, and touched the black number on the back of the bag.
The word "70" on it is clearly visible.
"The commotion is coming from the room at the end of the corridor," the big man knocked on the door three times, and then opened it, and the people outside the corridor were buzzing, and the confetti that fell to the ground was trampled in all directions, and the iron partition made a clattering sound, as if the corridor outside was a mess. "A lot of people have gathered over there. ā
"Oh?" tilted his head, Wang Chuan showed an interesting smile, touched his chin, Wang Chuan put his hand on the doorknob, poked his head out, and looked twice. "Is something big wrong?"
"Sure enough...... You're still an unconscious person. As if he could have guessed the ending, holding his cheeks, Wang Chuan followed the commotion and looked over, and outside the door of the room he had just walked out, a group of people with various pistols had gathered.
"However, what kind of tricks did you play this time?" Shaking his head, Wang Chuan continued to squint his eyes, staring at the room where Leng Ji was in amusement.
The focus fell on Leng Ji's body, and an incomprehensible smile slowly appeared on his face, but he didn't notice that as his interest rose, the woman lying on the bed suddenly twitched, her bloodshot eyes began to protrude uncontrollably, and the corners of her mouth began to overflow with foam.
In the transparent potion bag, the colorless potion is falling little by little.