Chapitre 888: Chapter 872: This is Impossible

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Just as the nurse was about to draw blood, a hand stretched over. The hand was white and slender, delicate and beautiful, indeed resembling an artist's hand, aesthetically pleasing. Unfortunately, this was the hand of someone who wielded a scalpel, and when wielding it, was unfailingly precise and swift, performing operations that open bodies and cut flesh and bone as if it were nothing.

"First, remove the needle," Tang Yuxin told the nurse.

She also placed one hand on the patient's wrist, but as soon as she pressed down, she immediately moved it away.

"Bring a flatbed stretcher over."

She called out to the phlebotomy nurse, who had just realized something was wrong with the patient, and hurriedly ran out to call for help.

The patient's wife was terrified by his condition and stood frozen in shock. Ren Ying, too, stood by without moving an inch.

The patient had large beads of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were colorless; he couldn't even speak.