Chapitre 695: A Price

The media didn't care about Leila's life or death, the harder she fought back, the more excited everyone was.

They were completely blinded, they just felt like they might have the latest news.

At this time, the commotion in the room finally alarmed the doctor at the clinic.

She entered quickly, and she was shocked when she saw the sight.

"Go away, don't take my picture!"

The IV needle on the back of Leila's hand pierced the vein as it was constantly being moved, and the drops of blood immediately stained the back of her hand.

She ignored this and continued to throw whatever was near her bed.

"Mike, Mike…!" She called the name aloud, but no one answered.

The doctor was scared, so she quietly returned to the office, planning to call the police.

The sharp-eyed media saw her and immediately rushed over, holding a microphone and asking, "Hello, we are journalists, what illness did Leila have?"