He opened his mouth wanting to shout, but then he quickly covered it with his hand as something occurred to him.
His eyes widened in shock, and pointing at Qinghe he said, "You, you're not dead?"
Qinghe's face instantly turned livid, and he responded with his eyes, "You're the one who's dead, didn't you just come to check? I was only unconscious."
Sang was taken aback, then he realized the slip of his tongue in his haste. Embarrassed, he chuckled, clearly knowing the person wasn't dead, just passed out, yet the problem was. His gaze involuntarily moved to a large box of syringes on the shelf nearby, the liquid inside extremely familiar because not long ago, it was used against him.
But he took advantage of those people being distracted, their attention elsewhere, worried others might blunder in like him. This gave him the chance to tamper with the person who administered his injection, causing him to hallucinate that he had given him the injection when, in reality.
