At 3:30 am, in the Intensive Care Unit of Yangchuan City First People's Hospital.
The room was unusually quiet, the exhaust fan rotated steadily, and Zhou Jin lay on the hospital bed, drifting into dreams with the help of sleeping pills.
A tiny shadow fluttered in through a gap in the exhaust fan, unnoticed, buzzed around the room, and finally landed on Zhou Jin's IV tube. Then, a tiny, sharp stinger extended from its tail and pierced into the plastic IV tube.
Under Suming's deliberate arrangement, Er Gouzi had administered only a limited dose of bee venom, which was not enough to kill immediately. Zhou Jin's breathing became slightly rapid in his sleep, his complexion gradually turned pale, and then he sank back into a deep slumber.
The next morning, the court's verdict notification arrived.
"How much do I need to pay?"