"Kill you?"
Gao Ming seemed to have heard a similar request somewhere else, but he couldn't quite remember.
The patient on the bed was a living person, yet she lived worse than a weed by the roadside. Gao Ming held her hand, feeling her deepest desire.
There was no expectation from her husband, no attachment to the world, only worry for Fang and a heart that sought death.
She was constantly tormented by pain. Eternal Life Pharmaceutical used the most advanced medical methods to keep her in a state where she was neither dead nor truly alive.
"Do you think if you die, Fang will suffer less?"
The woman couldn't speak clearly. She looked at the blood-colored building blocks on the ground, her eyes moist, like a trapped animal.
"There are no ghosts and monsters in Xinhu, so why are there people living in such pain? Why is there someone who longs for death?" Gao Ming squatted by the bed, "So are disaster and misfortune brought by ghosts and monsters?"
