He still didn't turn around, his thin lips lightly pressed together, with long eyelashes casting two shadows on his eyelids, standing there motionless in a stalemate.
Because his position was close to the wall, the doctor could only see the large bloodstain on his shirt after approaching.
Hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu… could you turn around?"
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he clearly felt a cold and piercing gaze sweep over him, like a dome pressing down, leaving him breathless.
His heart tightened, and a lot of sweat seeped from the doctor's forehead.
This... what on earth is happening…
Yet Fu Nancheng was not someone he could afford to provoke, and the doctor silently lamented in his heart.
