Without hesitation, he took off the needle cap, threw it aside, and gently pressed the needle until a small drop of medicine appeared on the pillow. Then he stopped.
Afterwards, he slowly stood up and gradually approached Lu Huaiyan. His eyes darkened and there was a conspiratorial smile hidden in his eyes.
His steps were light and slow, and he was not in a hurry at all. Only after he walked behind Lu Huaiyan did he slowly squat down.
Looking at Lu Huaiyan, his face darkened slightly.
In fact, from the beginning to the end, the person he admired most was Lu Huaiyan. Lu Huaiyan was the most courageous and strategic person, and he had to admit his excellence.
It’s a pity that such an outstanding person will never have the chance to prove himself again.
Because he and Lu Huaiyan will always be enemies, he will never tolerate Lu Huaiyan, he must die...
Thinking of this, the corners of Wei Zhao's mouth curled up again, but that smile was particularly terrifying at this moment.
He picked up the syringe, held it in the air and took a look.
If this potion is injected, Lu Huaiyan's injuries will become more and more serious and there will be no way to recover.
He would die without anyone noticing, and even the doctors would not be able to diagnose the specific cause of death, only knowing that he died of illness.
Wei Zhao did not delay any further and directly pointed the needle at Lu Huaiyan's arm, with the tip of the needle gradually approaching his skin.
"Goodbye..." He whispered softly.
Just before the needle was about to touch Lu Huaiyan, suddenly, an unconscious old man next to Lu Huaiyan seemed to have a nightmare. He woke up abruptly and sat up straight.
After waking up, he was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
He covered his chest, turned his head, and suddenly his eyes saw Wei Zhao holding a syringe beside him, and he was stunned for a moment.
Why is the military doctor here?
profound.
He needs an injection.
Thinking of this, the old man boldly lifted up his sleeves and stretched his arms in front of Wei Zhao, muttering: "That's great, doctor, you are so thoughtful! You came so timely! Give me an injection quickly, I, I feel so uncomfortable..."
The old man's lips are chapped and his voice is hoarse.
Wei Zhao: “…”
Wei Zhao was a little confused by his interruption, and was even more stunned when he heard these words. A barely perceptible panic flashed across his originally calm face.
His hand holding the syringe also froze in mid-air.
When he met the old man's gaze, he was stunned for a moment, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but before anyone noticed, he regained his composure.
He took a deep breath, looked at the old man and smiled faintly, then said: "Uncle, I'm sorry, there are too many injured people, I took the wrong needle, you have a good rest first, I'll come back later."
After saying that, Wei Zhao put away the syringe without waiting for the old man to say anything. Then he stood up and strode out of the tent.
After his figure disappeared, the man lying quietly beside him suddenly moved.
Lu Huaiyan loosened his clenched fists, his eyelids trembled slightly twice, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were deep and clear, how could they look like they had just woken up?
His fingertips moved slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he turned to look at Pei Yunchen beside him.
Pei Yunchen also opened his eyes at this time. After their eyes met, they both immediately understood each other's meaning.
Neither of them fainted. They pretended to faint just to lure out the suspicious person.
Originally, they just wanted to give it a try, but they didn't expect that they would actually catch it.
They had clearly just received an injection, and Wei Zhao suddenly came over with a syringe. He must have had no good intentions. There was something wrong with the medicine, and there was something wrong with Wei Zhao too.
Lu Huaiyan raised his eyes and glanced up at the tent.
He had always felt that something was wrong with Wei Zhao, but he was never sure.
Because he hid himself so well, whether in the military district or on the front line, Wei Zhao was always conscientious and responsible, and never lived up to his identity as a military doctor. He always used all his strength to treat the wounded.
So later, Lu Huaiyan wondered more than once whether he had made a wrong judgment and that Wei Zhao actually had nothing to do with the enemy.
But I didn't expect that the evidence would be right in front of me now.
After Wei Zhao left, Lu Huaiyan continued to lie on the stretcher and rest as if nothing had happened.
Soon a medical worker came over and checked whether the two people's body temperatures had returned to normal.
Seeing this, Lu Huaiyan stopped the man directly.
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