Night.
Hospital, quiet.
5th floor nurse station in the inpatient department.
Zhu Xing'er secretly takes out a small pill from her pocket and puts it into a paper medication packet.
As instructed by Doctor Lu Nansheng.
Mix this medicine into patient 502's medication, and a small accident will occur during surgery tomorrow.
Unsurprisingly.
It was beyond saving.
Thus, the person would die on Doctor Su's operating table.
Doctor Lu and she were clean of any involvement.
When Zhu Xing'er first got involved in this sort of business, she felt somewhat uneasy.
But the more she did it, the more numb she became.
The higher than usual salary each month, the tips given by Doctor Lu.
Her life was comfortable.
…
Zhu Xing'er was preparing to go with the medication tray.
At this moment, the nurse station phone rang.
President Zhou's son in the VIP ward said he felt unwell and requested a temperature check.
Zhu Xing'er hesitated, then decided to go to see President Zhou's son first.
