"If you hadn't killed, I naturally wouldn't have framed you," An Hao squinted her eyes at her, "Dr. Ma, do you think that if you don't speak up, I'll keep taking the blame for you? You're wrong! I won't carry this burden for you much longer."
Ma Mei was startled, but she still denied it, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'not taking the blame for me much longer'?"
Seeing that she would not concede until she saw the coffin, An Hao decided to tell her what she had discovered.
Because she had been carrying the blame and had been inexplicably punished, she felt unbearably miserable. Why should Ma Mei be able to peacefully enjoy the tranquillity and silence brought by someone else's sacrificed future?
"Dr. Ma, you must already know this, but on the night of the surgery, when the patient was pushed back to the ward, the young nurse had already found out that the wrong liquid was being administered. She secretly removed it and threw it away," An Hao said.
