About a minute later, he had a cold syringe ready.
Vivian Yates's eyes flew open. Seeing the sharp needle approach, she couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing? What do you think you're doing? We live in a society governed by laws! It's illegal to inject someone with a substance against their will! I'm warning you, don't you dare!"
The doctor, who had been expressionless, actually laughed at her words.
Leona Grant also watched her with amusement, a casual, mocking smile playing on his lips.
The doctor slowly approached with the syringe, and an uncontrollable chill spread through Vivian Yates.
She had already resigned herself to death, but watching the needle inch closer, she lost all control of her emotions.
Vivian Yates's body recoiled instinctively, but she was tied down. 'Where can I possibly go?'
"Don't come any closer! Stay away!"
But her struggles were futile. The sharp needle pierced her arm, and Vivian Yates's entire face contorted in pain.
