Chapter 6

This feeling was very strange.

A person who had already been killed suddenly got the chance to escape death at the hands of the murderer.

It was probably just me.

I didn't know if it was lucky or cruel.

I pushed the simple ward round cart, walking to the patient's bedside with complicated emotions.

"How are you feeling today, sir?"

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

"What was your temperature this morning?"

The person in the bed seemed to still be sleeping and didn't immediately answer me.

I quickly glanced at the cardiac monitor at the head of the bed. All indicators were normal.

There shouldn't be any major problems.

At this time, the eldest son glanced at me sideways, casually tossing the phone he was holding onto the companion chair.

Then he walked straight to his father's side and called out in a low voice several times.

"Dad, Dr. Lily is here to see you."

After speaking, he looked at me again.

Calmly helping his father answer my questions.

"He says his stomach doesn't hurt. He had a low fever today, highest 99.5°F."

His tone couldn't be called good, but there was no hostility either.

Compared to his behavior before attacking me,

I felt that at least at this moment, he didn't have thoughts of murder.

I walked to the bedside, skillfully completed the examination, and retreated back to the ward round cart. My right hand grasped the mouse while my eyes began browsing and analyzing the patient's test results.

In my peripheral vision, the man's unextinguished phone on the chair was glaringly bright.

After finishing explaining the precautions,

The patient and his eldest son didn't show any dissatisfaction.

They even said "Thank you."

The confusion in my heart deepened even more.

What exactly had happened?

To make them suddenly sentence the always conscientious and responsible me to death.

Before leaving, with the attitude of not overlooking any clues,

I pretended to casually glance at the lit phone screen.

The overall color scheme was light yellow.

I knew at a glance it was the very familiar food delivery app.

Was he buying something?

But it wasn't mealtime now.

I speculated in my heart, but my feet didn't linger for a moment as I left the ward.

Yes!

Given the painful lesson from my previous life,

I chose to back out of the ward, no longer daring to turn my back to the murderer.

Suddenly, an absurd thought flashed through my mind.

He wasn't buying a knife, was he?