The guard rushed in, bent down to support him, and Chen Ziming punched him backhandedly.
Between his fingers, a cold glint flashed—that was the infusion needle he had pulled from the back of his own hand.
The needle viciously pierced the guard's face. The guard, in pain, tried to fight back, but was instead overpowered and pinned beneath, with handcuffs choking his neck.
In just a moment, the guard had already ceased to struggle weakly.
Quickly glancing outside the door, Chen Ziming dragged the guard into the bathroom, found the keys on him, opened his own handcuffs, reached out to pull out his gun and put it in his pocket, closed the bathroom door with a backhand, and strode out of the ward, swiftly turning into the safety stairwell.
All the way, stumbling out of the building, he happened to meet someone swinging car keys as they came in, and they jumped in fright upon seeing him.
"Chen... Mr. Chen?!"
