Needle

The lunch at Kangning Hospital's cafeteria was decent enough: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup. Though it was cooked in a huge pot, it was still edible.

But Li Huowang was too distracted to focus on eating.

Just moments ago, Qian Fu had approached him again and said those nonsensical things.

He had thought the man was merely acting on a whim before, but now it seemed that this guy had latched onto him.

Since the other party refused to let things rest, he was now thinking about how to shake him off.

There were surveillance cameras everywhere. Killing him was definitely out of the question; he could not even beat him up and threaten him.

As he kept mulling over the problem, he picked up some water spinach with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. The instant he bit down hard, "Hiss—!"

A piercing pain and the taste of blood exploded in Li Huowang's mouth, instantly tensing every muscle in his body.

When he opened his mouth and tremblingly reached inside with his fingers, he quickly felt several needle tips embedded in his tongue through the searing pain!

"Are you all right?" The orderly watching over him noticed something wrong with Li Huowang and walked over to ask.

When he saw Li Huowang pull several needle tips from his mouth, his face went pale. Realizing the severity of the situation, he hurriedly shouted for all the patients around them to stop eating.

Someone had actually put needles into the food at the Mental Hospital. This was no small matter—if things went badly, it could become a huge incident. For a time, the entire hospital descended into chaos.

Yet after an inspection, they discovered that no one else's food had needles in it. Only Li