In the pitch-black hospital ward, there was only the faint moonlight, casting its glow upon the patient lying on the bed.
The visitor approached the bed, removed the blue medical mask, revealing Ivy Lentz's sinister face.
In her hand, she still held a syringe that contained no medication, and due to nervousness, the hand gripping the syringe was slightly trembling.
She clutched the syringe tightly, coming step by step closer to the bedside.
She didn't dare turn on the light, so she relied on the light that permeated in from the outside window for illumination.
Her eyes fell on the IV tube hanging beside the Old Master's bed, her syringe pierced into the IV tube.
A moment later, she pulled the syringe out of the IV tube. Looking at the person on the bed who showed no sign of movement, fear began to creep inside her.
She wasn't sure if it was psychological, but it seemed to her that the breathing of the person on the bed became shallower.
