The Established Siblings of the Pack

“Hurry up and save that man! Will Hill Crest Hospital choose to let that man die?”

“This is murder! Murder, I say! Quick, call the police! Catch that man! That man is a murderer!”

As Alice and Cecilia listened to the surrounding clamor, their faces grew as pale as a sheet. Cecilia—who was trembling slightly at this point—asked, “What should we do now…? Did Kingsley really kill that man…?”

“No! He’s not that irresponsible!” replied Alice. Although Alice was secretly panicking herself, she still chose to put her trust in Kingsley. Turning her gaze to Alan beside her, Alice asked with her voice trembling, “Professor Gershwin, since you’re the expert here, what do you think is happening to the patient? Why did he start convulsing and vomiting blood?”

“H-His meridians seem to have been severed…” As soon as he said that, he immediately shook his head and denied his own statement. “B-But, that can’t be… If so… that man should be dead by now… I’m sure it’s just my eyes playing tricks on me… Yeah, that has to be it…”

Just like Alan, Blake was full of doubt as well. Based on his experience, he could clearly see that Kingsley did indeed sever the patient’s meridians. However, he couldn’t understand the reason for Kingsley’s action. To add to that, he couldn’t figure out how Joshua could still scream at the top of his lungs even after having his meridians severed. Pinching himself nonstop on his thighs, and as if he was in a meltdown, he muttered, “No, that can’t be right. That doesn’t make any sense…”

as well as they witnessed the shocking scene

trashy country like Qustia!” Hewlett scoffed loudly, “You can’t even guarantee the very basic human right to life! That makes you Qustians no better than

Hewlett stood up and shouted to the reporters standing at the back of the crowd, “Come! Get this

midway through his sentence that he realized something was not right—he realized Joshua’s screams of agony had stopped deafening

dumbfounded at what they were witnessing. Even the reporters—who were taking photos of the situation—had stopped what they were doing, and stood

to find Joshua—who was wiping the sweat off his own forehead—sitting up

a gentle manner, “We’ll be done after this last needle.” With the needle between his two fingers,

“Buzz—”

the moment Kingsley inserted that needle, which caused everyone present pain in their ears, as they felt as though the blood inside them were resonating with the sharp buzzing

immediately caught the needle with his two fingers

shock over how Joshua moved his leg ever so slowly onto the ground. Each and

his own. That was evidence enough