Seeing the scalpel was almost at touching distance, Qin Yiren had no choice but to raise her arm to block it.
The sharp blade sliced her skin open, blood staining her clothes red.
Qin Yiren forced herself to stay rational through the searing pain and spoke at the critical moment: "Miss Qian, you really don't think there's something off about all this?"
Miss Qian stared obsessively at the blood sliding down the scalpel.
She traced shapes in the air in front of Qin Yiren's Qingmei face, her eyes filled with unmistakable malice: "What are you trying to say?"
"It's simple."
Qin Yiren lightly bit her lower lip, forcing herself to stay calm as she went on: "This institution ranks top three in Jianghai, and it has never had a serious medical accident. Otherwise you wouldn't have chosen this place, right?"
"And what about reality?" Miss Qian ground her teeth, pointing her free hand at her own face. "Look at me and then see if you can still say that?"
