"You're so debauched every day, I never realized you actually enjoyed being with men."
Tang Si raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Since that's the case, it would be a shame if I didn't fulfill your desires."
His voice was chillingly cold, how could he utter such words at a temperature of thirty-six degrees Celsius?
Zhao Wuyan's mind briefly short-circuited. Realizing belatedly, she asked, "What do you mean? Could it be... that person wasn't you?"
"Do you think you're worthy?"
Tang Si's gaze was malevolent.
Zhao Wuyan stared at him, stunned, murmuring incredulously, "It's impossible, if not you... then who else could it be?"
She felt as if struck by lightning, a chill pervading her entire being.
No wonder Tang Si would personally give her a glass of milk every night. After drinking it, she'd feel dizzy and her desires would surge.
It turned out he had been manipulating everything from behind the scenes.
"Why?"
The thought of spending nights 'seeking pleasure' with another man, revealing her most wanton side, even using her mouth, made her feel nauseous.
"Ugh~"
She clutched her chest, unable to stop vomiting.
Tang Si looked down at the burnt-out cigarette, crushing the embers between his thumb and index finger as if feeling no pain.
He had initially intended to torment Zhao Wuyan thoroughly, but his concern for Shi Ran outweighed it, so he didn't want to waste any more time on Zhao Wuyan.
He flicked the cigarette away and coldly ordered the person beside him, "Chop off her limbs, sever her vocal cords, and send her to Africa to Old Qiu."
"Yes, Mr. Tang."
The person standing nearby nodded and acknowledged the order.
With that, Tang Si turned and left the room.
Zhao Wuyan's mind replayed Tang Si's words, and she felt as if she were in an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
"Don't... don't go, Si Bing, don't go."
Seeing him turn to leave, Zhao Wuyan scrambled to her feet to chase Tang Si, but for some reason, her legs were weak and powerless. The moment she stood up, she fell back to the ground. She used her hands to support herself on the ground, crawling forward, "Wuwu... Si Bing, you can't do this. Wuwu... My brother, my brother and my father won't let you go. Tang Si! Tang Si, you bastard, don't leave!"
*Clang-!*
The door closed, the heavy sound like a hammer striking her heart, hurting her and making her body tremble.
Tang Si had left. As he walked outside the secret room on the third basement level, his heart grew heavier.
"Ah!!!!!!"
Suddenly, a scream of agony pierced through the iron door, echoing distinctly throughout the entire basement on the third level.
The sound was tragically painful, chilling the spine even in the dead of night.
Tang Si's steps faltered, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
They say 'doctors have benevolent hearts,' but Tang Si felt he had betrayed the original intention of a medical practitioner.
At this moment, he was enduring immense torment and suffering in his heart.
Unlike ordinary people, even as Zhao Wuyan endured pain, Tang Si felt no sense of 'revenge achieved.' Instead, his heart was filled with guilt and psychological torment.
He had saved too many people in his life, yet he had mercilessly pushed someone he knew best, once loved most, and now detested most, into a 'deep chasm.'
His conscience was severely burdened.
After leaving, Tang Si returned to the hospital.
At the hospital, Shen Liannuo was accompanying Shi Ran. However, it was late, and Shi Ran was already asleep. Shen Liannuo, drowsy, had fallen asleep on the hospital bed.
Tang Si pushed the door open and entered.
Sensing someone entering, Shen Liannuo's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively sat up, and by the time she turned around, a dagger was already in her hand.
"Shhh~"
Tang Si made a shushing gesture.
Shen Liannuo then put away the dagger in her hand, "You're here?"