He felt as if he had been electrocuted, and collapsed to the ground, trembling and shaking uncontrollably.

His clothes were completely soaked, and even his hair was drenched in cold sweat.

Wen He, who was almost unconscious, looked weakly at Cheng Yudie and Wen Ze behind the glass.

Seeing their tears streaming down their faces, seeing their eyes filled with heartache.

They stood there, like a ray of light shining on Wen He.

Although it couldn't dispel the physical pain, it did help him regain some of his sanity.

—We must get through this…we must get through this no matter what…

They're still waiting for me... I can't let them worry...

Half an hour has already passed... Time flies... Hang in there a little longer...

—I want to live…to live for those who can’t live…

The feeling of being abandoned by the world is not pleasant... I have to lend them a hand...

Wen He, having regained some semblance of rationality, was in extreme pain.

I kept silently repeating to myself, "Live on," "I can't die."

After another ten minutes or so, Wen He's spasms in her limbs finally improved.

"Let's go somewhere else," the doctor said.

Cheng Yudie was caught off guard by these sudden remarks.

"Why change locations?... Could something unexpected happen...?" Cheng Yudie cried until her voice was hoarse.

“The following scenes are not suitable for you to see; this is to save face for the patients, but they can still see you,” he said.

What will happen next!?

"Limb spasms are just the initial symptoms of the drug's effects. The real effects will begin to work on the internal organs, causing the patient to vomit violently, even stomach acid, and may even become incontinent. No matter who you are, you cannot watch. This is the hospital's way of preserving the patient's dignity and showing respect."

The doctor's words struck her like a bolt from the blue.