The doctors and nurses hiding behind the operating table had hollow eyes; was it over?
A daring doctor slowly turned his stiff body. He peeked out and saw the only man standing in the operating room.
The man wore black suit trousers, encasing his firm thighs. As he stood sideways, one could see the defined abs and the muscle contours on his arms.
His hand rested on the oxygen mask. He took a deep breath, his damp black hair clinging to his face, with large beads of sweat tumbling down his graceful jawline onto his chest.
Long Xiliang's gaze fell on the doctor's face, who was lying on the edge of the operating table, secretly watching him.
Under his gaze, the doctor's legs went weak, and with a thud, he slumped to the ground.
Long Xiliang bent down, searched the bodies of the assassins he had killed, and took their guns and ammunition. With his back turned to the doctors, he said:
"You leave through the emergency exit. You'll be safe once you exit the hospital."
