Vanessa put in the password and the door clicked open.
There was a changing room just after she stepped inside, and Vanessa put on the hairnet and the scrub suit.
Right after that was a sink for her to wash her hands, but Vanessa didn't bother. The bottle of succinylcholine slightly trembled in her hands.
This room was completely built like an operating room. There was a ceiling-mounted exam light, a surgical table, and several digital computer screens.
But that was where the similarity ended.
Instead of a team of capable surgeons trying to heal a wounded patient, there was only a man wearing a laboratory gown standing in front of a surgical table. Not far from him was a handsome man in a suit, his eyes cold and indifferent as he glanced at the situation in front of him.
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