Chapter 10 — Toxic Smoke In Room 712

She just discovered that she was about to die. I took a step back, avoiding her hand. Half a meter apart, I looked at her. "Do you remember the day you received that big order?" I looked into her eyes. "That day, you turned the iron to the highest setting, took a breath of white smoke and said that some people can't bear to see others living well." Lam Hieu Hieu was stunned, recalling that afternoon. "I can't bear to see you living well." I put the admission notice in my pocket, my voice without any wavering. "I just respect your fate. It's not that you know it's wrong, it's just that you're about to die." I turned around and walked towards the door of the hospital room. "I hope you don't touch plastic beads in your next life." Behind me came the sound of Lam Hieu Hieu's rapid breathing and the sound of phlegm stuck in his throat. "No, don't go, save me..." I didn't turn around. The moment the hospital room door closed, the heart rate monitor emitted a long, shrill warning sound. “Tip…” This sound was identical to the warning sound of the Centers for Disease Control testing equipment that day. I walked out of the hospital building. The December sunlight shines on you, bringing warmth. A gentle breeze blew, the smell of sweet potatoes roasting on the side of the road drifted in. I took a breath of fresh air. In this life, the atmosphere is so pleasant.