Chenxing stood in the main control room, clenching her fist and biting down on her knuckle.
Even though Shaocheng forbade her from coming, she couldn't control her legs and found herself standing in the main control room, staring unblinkingly at the big screen.
"Doctor Tian, will Shaocheng suffer if he injects that stuff?"
Tian Buyu nodded.
A pang of pain shot through Chenxing's heart.
Shaocheng said that when he was being interrogated, he wasn't sure if it was because of the medication, but then he started to feel some sensation in his legs. He insisted on trying again, despite all efforts to dissuade him, leaving her wracked with inner turmoil!
Who on earth would torture themselves like this?
At this moment, Shaocheng's hands and feet were strapped to the wheelchair with belts. She had no idea how much pain he was in after injecting that stuff. He was sitting there quietly, and she couldn't tell where he was hurting, but soon his whole brow was furrowed.
