Ye Qingliu pressed one knee against the killer's chest, suppressing any possibility of his struggle.
His other hand held the sharp lens firmly, with the tip precisely against the killer's Adam's apple.
His body tilted slightly to the side, leaving his back wide open, as if he had completely given up on defending against the poison needles stabbing from behind and the IV stand hitting from the side.
But just as the poison needle was about to pierce his back and the IV stand was about to fall—
Ye Qingliu's voice was as cold as the polar wind, and it sounded extremely clear, with an unquestionable control, but his target was the two nurses.
"If he moves again, he will die instantly!"
This cold threat, like an invisible rope, instantly restrained the two nurse assassins.
Their movements froze in mid-air, the poison needle less than an inch away from their skin, and the IV stand was stuck at its highest point.
Their eyes were fixed on the sharp lens in Ye Qingliu's hand that was pressed against their companion's Adam's apple, as well as the emotionless, cold murderous intent in his eyes that showed he would definitely do what he said!
They don't dare to gamble!
The only sound in the ward was the rapid and sharp alarm of the instrument - it was the surge in heart rate and blood pressure caused by Ye Qingliu's violent movements that triggered the alarm.
There was also Sun Guixiang's heavy breathing that almost made her breath stop, the killer's labored inhalation sound like a broken bellows when he was pinned down by his knees, and the suppressed low gasps of the two nurse assassins because of the sudden stop of their movements.
The cold sweat on Ye Qingliu's forehead slid down like a stream, dripping beside the killer's terrified eyes.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, and every breath was accompanied by tearing pain. The blood on his waist and chest spread rapidly, staining a large area of his hospital gown red.
His gray-blue eyes were like the frozen Siberian soil, cold, sharp, and without ripples. He looked down at his completely subdued prey from above, while at the same time locking onto the two frozen nurses out of the corner of his eye.
"Who sent you here?" Ye Qingliu's voice sounded, still hoarse from the serious injury, but as cold as an ice spike that had been tempered with poison. Every word he spoke clearly echoed in the dead air, and also struck the nerves of the three killers that were on the verge of collapse.
The doctor killer had his chest pressed tightly against his knees, making it difficult for him to breathe. The fatal threat to his Adam's apple made his whole body stiff, and cold sweat instantly soaked his underwear.
For the first time, real fear appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
"Think it over carefully before you speak." Ye Qingliu's voice was cold and silent. The fingers pinching the lens slightly increased their strength, and the sharp edge almost penetrated into his skin.
"You only have one chance. They," he added coldly, his eyes sweeping over the two frozen nurses.
"Same here."
The cold murderous intent spread like a substance.
The doctor-killer had no doubt that if he hesitated or gave any false answer, his throat would be cut immediately.
He had no doubt about the inhuman coldness in the eyes of this seemingly sickly and pale boy.
His throat rolled, and he managed to utter a hoarse voice with great difficulty, filled with deep fear: "It's...it's Second Master Ye...Ye Linyuan...He wants you...to never wake up..."
"Ye Linyuan..." Ye Qingliu repeated the name in a low voice, and the bottom of his gray-blue eyes instantly condensed into ten thousand years of ice.
It was indeed him.
At this moment, Sun Guixiang, who had been standing there like a petrified being, finally regained consciousness from the great shock.
Her cloudy eyes stared at the killer who was pinned to the ground by Ye Qingliu, and then looked at the two ferocious-looking "nurses" who were standing motionless.
Finally, he suddenly looked at Ye Qingliu's pale face, the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, his violently heaving chest, and the rapidly expanding, glaring red on his waist...
A huge fear and a heart-wrenching pain instantly gripped her!
"Ah! Blood! Little boy! You are bleeding! So much blood!" Sun Guixiang suddenly let out a shrill cry. The huge heartache and overwhelming anger made her forget her fear in an instant.
She saw that in order to suppress the doctor, Ye Qingliu's back was completely exposed to the weapons of the two vicious nurses.
"Bad guys! I'm going to fight you!!!" Sun Guixiang was like a madman, bursting out with a speed and strength that was totally inconsistent with her age.
She no longer pounced on Ye Qingliu, but grabbed the hard blue calico package containing an empty lunch box in her arms, and threw it like an angry cannonball at the nurse closest to her who was standing stiffly and hesitantly with a poison needle in her hand.
"Ah!" The nurse was caught off guard and was hit hard on the wrist by the heavy package! The severe pain made her hand tremble, and the deadly syringe fell to the ground with a "click".
Sun Guixiang succeeded in her attack and, like a mad tiger, she grabbed the nurse's face with her skinny claws without any care.
"Doctor! Nurse! Help! There are bad guys! Killing people! Three bad guys! They want to kill the children!!!"
While struggling and scratching, Sun Guixiang used all her strength to let out a desperate and extremely shrill cry. The sound penetrated the door of the ward and exploded like thunder in the silent hospital corridor.
The nurse whose poison needle was knocked away was shocked and angry, and subconsciously reached out to block Sun Guixiang's scratching.
The other nurse holding the IV stand was also shocked by this sudden change and Ye Qingliu's cold gaze fixed on her. In addition, her companion was attacked, so she hesitated for a moment.
It’s the chaos of this moment!
A cold light flashed in Ye Qingliu's eyes. His fingers holding the lens did not hesitate, and his wrist shook very subtly.
The sharp lens was like a living thing. It turned flexibly at his fingertips, and the sharp edge instantly cut a long and thin gash on the side of the doctor-killer's Adam's apple, leaving a deep bloody line.
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