On the bed, there lay a severed finger, the blood bright red, even staining the bone with its hue.
It appeared to be freshly cut.
Li Wen covered his mouth, feeling the urge to vomit as he looked at the scene before him, both nauseating and reverse-inducing, rushing out of the ward for a bout of dry heaving.
The strong smell of blood couldn't be masked even with hands over the mouth and nose, continuously invading the nasal cavity.
Tang Si emitted a cold aura all over, took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, and walked over.
The man stood by the bed, slightly bent over, picking up the severed finger.
His peach blossom eyes were pitch black, like an abyss with no end in sight.
Li Wen turned back, looking at the finger in Tang Si's hand, trembling all over.
As someone who has seen great waves of adversity in the business world.
Seeing such a severed finger here was a first in his life, and he truly felt cowardly.
Wait, this finger—
