บท 1312: Mu Lianjue, you deserve to die. (1)

Mu Wanrou regained her senses and turned around dazedly, her gaze falling on the pillow in the nurse's embrace.

It was just a soft, white pillow.

Still, her eyes widened at the sight. She ecstatically pounced on the nurse and snatched the pillow away from her embrace.

"Child, my child; my baby…"

The moment she hugged the pillow, she instantly drew in her claws. A tender and motherly look surfaced on her face, and she appeared more docile than ever.

"Baby… woo… woo… woo… Mommy misses you so much…"

The medical personnel behind her exchanged knowing glances. Clinching this opportunity, they rushed forward and efficiently injected her with a dose of sedative.

She trembled harshly for a moment before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her entire body then crumpled to the ground.

A few doctors and nurses lifted her onto the bed before leaving the room. They then proceeded to lock the door from the outside.