The face was all too familiar. Zang Xiaolian was just about to blurt out "big brother," but suddenly he realized something was off. How could big brother be here, he couldn't possibly be here.
He shook his head, turned back, and looked again towards the doorway; upon a clearer look, there was no one there at all.
Hallucination? Zang Xiaolian held his breath and looked at the hand grasping the IV tube, carefully analyzing if there was anything wrong with his hand posture. Feeling he was gripping too tightly, he slightly relaxed his grip, then let it hang naturally. He also glanced backward. Through the curtain in the room, the faint silhouette of Tang Sili resting on a chair was visible.
Everything is fine, Zang Xiaolian thought, everything was proceeding as planned.
Once the patient needed resuscitation, Tang Sili had to administer life-support drugs into the patient. At that moment, by cutting off the continuous infusion of this medication, the patient could be killed.
