Wang Xiaoming, sitting in an electric wheelchair, brought Yang Jian to the hospital room he had stayed in before.
"You all can leave first, I want to be alone for a moment." He said to the nurse and doctor in the room.
The people in the room didn't linger. They immediately put down what they were doing and left quickly, but before leaving, the doctor reminded, "Professor Wang, your condition is very serious, you need more rest, try not to move around for more than an hour."
"I understand." Wang Xiaoming nodded.
Yang Jian spoke after watching the nurse and doctor leave, "What do you want to say to me alone? Is it about that piece of human skin paper?"
He thought Wang Xiaoming had known something from the human skin paper long ago and wanted to use it as a bargaining chip to make a deal with him.
Wang Xiaoming didn't rush to speak. He first slowly tore off the tape from the back of his hand, then pulled out the infusion tube from his body and tossed it aside casually.
