The female doctor frowned and held the silver needle up to the light for a careful examination.
The silver needle was about three inches long, entirely silver-colored, but there was a very subtle bend at the one-third mark, almost unnoticeable without close inspection.
Even more bizarre was the visible wear on the needle's tip, as if it had been repeatedly pierced into some hard substance.
"Strange, the wear on this needle is quite severe."
The female doctor reported her findings to Li Hanyu. Li Hanyu froze for a moment, and before she could think further, a sudden commotion erupted from the adjacent VVIP ward.
"De-dead! Shi Wuming is dead! His chest has been cut open, and his heart was taken."
A doctor ran over in a panic, reporting rapidly.
Hong Ya was bored and yawned, then suddenly slapped her forehead, her pigtails bouncing joyfully:
"Oh right! The fake little junior brother went to that ward, he killed that person too!"
