Chen Lin's heart sank instantly.
He made no fuss and did not even change his posture. He merely adjusted the sleeping Song Qiuya in his arms, letting her lean against him more comfortably.
At the same time, he silently issued an icy mental command.
"Clear Wind, follow him. See what he's up to. If he makes a suspicious move, restrain him immediately. Don't make a sound."
"Meow~"
A faint reply, brimming with excitement and cruelty, sounded where only Chen Lin could hear it.
A shadow darker than the night slipped soundlessly out of his trouser leg. Hugging the shadows along the wall, it followed the "doctor" like a drifting phantom.
The man disguised as a doctor never dreamed he had been spotted the moment he appeared.
He walked to the ICU entrance and glanced back, seemingly casually. Seeing all three people in the corridor fast asleep, a barely perceptible flash of viciousness crossed his eyes. He took out an access card, opened the door, and entered.
He never noticed the tiny shadow darting in the instant he stepped inside.
Inside the room, an array of sophisticated machines beeped, sustaining the life of the man in the bed.
The assassin approached Song Guoan's bedside. Looking at that paper-white face, he curled his lips into a cruel sneer. From his pocket, he took out a syringe he had prepared beforehand, filled with air, and aimed it at the IV line in Song Guoan's arm.
An air embolism was the most discreet method of murder, and the hardest to detect.
Once he injected this syringe full of air, it would take only a few minutes for this stubbornly resilient man to die in his sleep from acute heart failure-truly and completely.
His fingers slowly pressed toward the plunger.
But one second before he