Gan Tang's struggling hands froze completely.
Mo Huaixing gripped the gun, slowly raising it until the muzzle was pointed directly at Ah San's heart. The two henchmen who were tying him up threw down the ropes and ran away.
With a loud bang, Mo Huaixing pressed down on Gan Tang's index finger and pulled the trigger. A bloody shadow fell into the sea.
"I killed someone!"
Gan Tang didn't know how she got back to her room; her mind was filled with the image of Ah San falling into the sea.
"Young Miss!" A crisp knock on the door interrupted her trembling.
Gan Tang got up from the cold floor, slapped her face hard with both hands, and only went to open the door after she had calmed down.
A young nurse in her early twenties was holding a box of medicine.
The nurse said, "Miss, this is the best wound medicine in the world. It won't hurt when applied to a wound, won't leave a scar, and will heal in a few days. Only a few dozen boxes are produced each year, and Dr. Mu specifically asked me to bring it to you."
Gan Tang was puzzled.
The nurse pointed to Gan Tang's wrist, where there were bloody marks from the rope.
"Thanks!"
Gan Tang took the medicine and closed the door.
She walked to the balcony and raised her wrist high. The sunlight shone on the bloodstains, making them look increasingly comical. The people on the deck were either dead or wounded, their remains nowhere to be found. And she, with such a minor injury, was using such good medicine.
Gan Tang never imagined that in just one day, she would go from being a victim to a perpetrator. From then on, she became just like them.
Great, great! I don't have to live in that cramped, cramped shared apartment anymore, and I don't have to do that awful job anymore. But, but...
Gan Tang took the medicine, turned around, and ran out.
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