Lu Qingyi naturally knew that Lu Jiayue would never allow the injection to be administered, that her self-centeredness wouldn't allow her to sacrifice herself for the greater good.
Lu Jiayue froze, staring at the doctor, "Did Lu Qingyi send you?"
Lu Jiayue immediately thought of Lu Qingyi. If it wasn't her, who else could it be?
The doctor didn't answer, taking silence as agreement.
"Why didn't she come herself? Is she afraid of dying? Hahaha, Lu Qingyi must be too terrified of getting infected and dying to come herself."
Lu Jiayue burst out laughing, her laughter loud and almost hysterical.
Yes, she hated Lu Qingyi, she completely despised her. She wished Lu Qingyi dead.
She blamed Lu Qingyi for taking what was hers, for reducing her to this pathetic state, for keeping her from shining brightly.
If it wasn't for Lu Qingyi, she would be fine, everyone would be alright, her mother would still be alive and well.
"You have no right to insult the doctor."