Luo Tingrui picked up a towel, prepared to help wipe it off, but as soon as he wiped, he felt the sweat abnormally slippery, like the lubricants used in workshops.
Why would human sweat be like this?
At this moment, Uncle Qin clenched his fist and smashed it down towards Xue Liangliang's abdomen.
"Don't!" Luo Tingrui couldn't stop him in time.
"Bang!"
Li Zhiyuan noticed that Uncle Qin's fist didn't actually land on Xue Liangliang, but stopped beforehand, yet the blanket on Xue Liangliang quickly sunk in.
A piercing scream immediately resounded throughout the entire ward.
Li Zhiyuan immediately covered his ears, but it was in vain; his eardrums were in severe pain, almost feeling like they were about to burst, as if his brain was being continuously struck by an iron hammer.
