Quick Transmigration: The Boss' White Moonlight is Resurrected

Chapter 2

Wan Tong squinted then fell asleep. After who knows how long, she felt like there was another figure beside her.

She vaguely heard Shishi's voice in her head, [Tongtong, get up, there is danger.]

Wan Tong woke up suddenly, and when she opened his eyes, she found a male doctor in a white coat next to her. He was wearing a mask and only showed a pair of mean triangular eyes.

He saw Wan Tong wake up suddenly, panic clearly flashed in his eyes, but he still put away the syringe calmly.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Wan Tong stared at him vigilantly, trying to sit up with her arms' support.

Looking at the infusion bottle above her head, Wan Tong froze for a moment, and reluctantly pulled out the needle on the back of her hand.

Who knows what weird stuff this man put in the infusion bottle?

The other party didn't speak, the cloudy eyes flashed a wicked look, and the next second he seemed to have made a decision, suddenly grabbed the quilt with both hands, put it over Wan Tong's face, and covered her nose with force!

Where did Wan Tong think that this man was so vicious that he came for her life!

She already had a head injury, and the feeling of suffocation caused by the masked man covering her mouth and nose made her even more uncomfortable.

However, she often has to perform, so she usually has a lot of physical training. At this time, she fought hard, and her fingernails slid across the back of the mask man's hand, grabbing him and he screamed in pain!

The moment he relaxed, Wan Tong kicked the masked man with her uninjured left foot!

"You're courting death!" The masked man grunted again, and covered Wan Tong's face with the quilt even more ruthlessly.

Wan Tong felt that the bridge of her nose was about to be snapped off, so she kicked him hard again.

It seemed that she kicked something indescribable, the mask man finally let go of her in pain, Wan Tong grabbed the vase on the bedside table with one hand and smashed it on him!

The man in the mask was hit on the shoulder, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground clutching his crotch.

The vase fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Wan Tong didn't know where her strength came from, but she quickly ran out of the ward, slammed the door open and ran.

Her head was aching, and her right leg was slightly fractured. Now she is dragging this injured leg and couldn't walk fast.

It was still early morning, and at this time, there were no nurses or patients in the corridor, and it felt eerily empty.

She walked out a distance, and when she heard the movement behind her, she felt a little flustered.

She just happened to see a ward next to her, so she pushed it open and walked in, then gently closed the door.

The lights in the ward were not turned on, but the light pouring in from the window shone slightly inside.

There was a figure on the bed, sitting by the head of the bed, unknown if he stayed up all night or woke up early.

The young man with black hair and black eyes has a fair and handsome face, and his facial features are deep, as if they were carefully carved by skillful hands, but at this time, a gloomy and dark atmosphere lingers around him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the man turned his gaze over and locked there.

Su Wantong...