Chapter 1113 What Humanity Do They Want?

What she was thankful for now was the smell on her body and the weight she had never regained, which made her look like a bad person, like a skeleton without beauty.

So, she was only in pain physically, but she had not been hurt like that.

The wind coming out of the window brought the severe cold of winter. This winter was very cold, and it might be so cold on her body.

She shrank her body, living like this every day, living like this, living like a walking corpse, maybe there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

She said she didn't want to talk, but how could she be willing, how could she be willing.

No one doesn't want to live,

No one doesn't want to live well.

The door outside was pushed open again, and with a squeak, Yan Huan hugged her knees and sat there motionless.

A person walked in, wearing a white coat, white and clean, but also dazzling white. Yan Qian didn't like doctors, and now he hated doctors even more, especially such doctors.

You are really the most tolerant woman I have ever seen. The white coat also imitated Huang Mao and pulled Yan Huan's hair.

"I think, even if I inject you more, you will eventually quit, so this is useless to you, right?"

Yan Huan opened his eyes without wind or rain, the wound on his forehead was also shocking, and there was no clean place on his face at this time, which was extremely ugly and disgusting.

The white coat suddenly smiled, and the trembling smile was the flesh on his double chin, shaking. At a glance, you can tell that this man is not a good thing.

He pulled Yan Huan's hair again, "So, I found you something good, I think you will like it."

As he said this, he opened the medicine box he brought, and then carefully put on gloves and masks. Under such full armor, it was as if he was taking out a virus.

He took out a syringe from the medicine box, and the syringes were sealed with something, and there was almost no air.

And he carefully took the syringe out of it, and the syringe was filled with red things, which seemed to be... blood.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, not at all," he pulled Yan Huan's arm. I don't know what expression his face had under the mask, but now it seems that it was really a crazy revenge.

When the needle pierced Yan Huan's blood vessels, a tear fell from the corner of Yan Huan's eyes. She opened her eyes wide. At this moment, she was just the meat on someone else's chopping board. Others could do whatever they wanted to do to her. They didn't even treat her as a person.

The white coat pushed the needle while laughing. The smile on his face at this time was so gloomy that it was terrible.

With a bang, he threw the needle aside, and then laughed almost crazily, and the laughter was so piercing that it was unbearable.

"Do you know what this is?" The white coat also threw away the pair of gloves on his hands.

Yan Huan was silent, and she was neither sad nor happy.

What is it important?

Anyway, he would never let her go.

"I think you can't guess it," the white coat's eyes were evil and his voice was vicious.

"I injected you with the blood of an AIDS patient, so, haha, you will get the disease."

Yan Huan still didn't react, only her fingers on her side suddenly clenched hard, clenched very tightly, very painfully. At the moment the door closed, no one knew that in this dark space, a woman almost cried all her tears here.

There was even a time when she thought she might be lucky and might not get infected, but how could this be possible? That man was a doctor, a doctor, would he do something he was not sure of?

Even if she didn't get infected this time, then there would be the first time, the second time, until she really got the disease.

On the first day, she didn't feel anything, just didn't eat or drink, as if she was waiting to die, or maybe she really lived, because she had lost the reason to live, and what was the point of letting someone like her live, it would only hurt others.

The next day, she started to have a fever, and disgusting red bumps grew on her arms.

The white coat was obviously very satisfied. He didn't need to inject her with anything. Nothing was needed. This time was enough to make her live a life worse than death.

"You injected her with HIV?" The yellow-haired man pointed his finger at Yan Huan, who was dying of the disease. "Did you really do that?"

"Yes," the white coat was still very proud. "I injected her with the blood of an AIDS patient. Now she is an HIV carrier."

"So..." He warned the yellow-haired man, "Stay away from her in the future, so as not to infect yourself."

"You pervert," the yellow-haired man touched his arm, "and stay away from me." He moved his body away, very disgusted with the white coat at this time. You have touched that thing, and I don't know if you will be infected?"

"You can rest assured about this," the white coat was not worried at all. "I am a doctor myself. How could I get infected with that disease? As long as you don't touch her blood, you won't get sick."

Huang Mao gritted his teeth, turned around angrily and walked out. This place was really dirty. Injecting her with anything would be fine. How could she get that kind of dirty disease? It would still be contagious. If she was infected, how could she survive? , anyway, he will definitely not stay here again in the future. Who knows if there might be that kind of virus in the air.

After Brother Hua found out, he looked up and down at the white coat for a long time.

"You are really cruel. Are you doing this kind of thing that harms your morality?"

"Harming Yin De?" The white coat said with a playful smile, "Brother Hua, we Ming people don't say any secret words. We all came out together, so we don't know about anyone else's affairs." "

"It's not like we've done this once or twice."

"Anyway, no matter what method we use, we just have to follow the customer's instructions. Besides, we have already done things like digging people's graves, smashing people's ashes, buying and selling organs, and selling people's personalities. What's the point of talking about evil deeds? People like us live a life of licking blood from the knife edge, and we will go to hell when we die."

"Whether you go to hell or not, I don't care. Anyway, I'm not the one who dies now." Huang Mao hugged his arms tightly, with a ruffian look on his face. He had done this kind of thing a lot, so that's all.

There are thousands and thousands of kinds of people in the world, and each individual's way of survival is different. This is how they live.

Don't talk to them about charisma and humanity, they don't need it.