Chapter 992: Chapter 992: The Conspiracy Descends
Inside the hospital ward, the man stared at the person who had his back to him, his facial expression somewhat apprehensive and uneasy.
"Everything has been done just as you said; there shouldn’t be anything for me to worry about now, should there?"
The man’s voice was very hoarse, seemingly strained because of excessive tension.
The ward remained silent for a long time, before a low voice finally emerged.
"Of course."
That voice caused the man’s tense shoulders to gradually relax.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble it was today? I almost got caught..."
The man babbled on, but the person with his back to him did not make a single move.
As if realizing he had spoken too much, the man suddenly fell silent.
The surrounding silence returned as before, and the man’s eyes scanned the area before he seemed to summon great courage to speak slowly.
"Shouldn’t you also transfer the final payment to me now?"
"Although you did the job today, my goal wasn’t achieved," the shadowed figure spoke somberly.
Hearing this, the man’s complexion turned somewhat unpleasant.
"What does your goal not being achieved have to do with me? I’ve done everything you asked of me, both today and in the past..."
The man was getting emotional but before he could finish his words, he felt a chill race up his spine.
He looked up to see that the figure with his back to him had already turned sideways.
The room was unlit, save for the moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating his face.
Revealing one icy eye.
"What did you say?" The person’s voice was slow and flat, as if he simply asked the question.
However, the man could not help his trembling legs, nervously swallowing as he took a step back.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
The man’s voice had little conviction and was wavering.
His purpose for coming today was indeed to get money, but facing the person before him, he found he could not utter the rest of his words.
"The money, I certainly won’t shortchange you a single dime," the man under the moonlight uttered the words as if he could read minds.
Despite hearing this, the man did not breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go back. I’ll transfer the final payment to your account," the person in the moonlight continued.
The man hastily nodded, daring not to linger, and turned to leave. In his panic, he bumped into a nearby trolley, almost knocking all its medications to the floor.
"Tsk."
An evidently dissatisfied sound echoed in the room, and the man, even more terrified, did not dare to right the items and hurriedly made his exit.
After the man closed the door, the person beneath the moonlight let out a light sigh.
He turned and walked toward the trolley, carefully righting and restoring the bottles and jars to their original places.
"Really, these people only cause me trouble," the man murmured softly, his fingertips caressing one of the medicine bottles.
Then, he turned back to gaze at the crescent moon outside the window.
"I didn’t want to waste so much time with you, but it seems that’s no longer possible."
The moonlight poured in, revealing his complete face at last.
Doctor Vincent.
Afterward, he coughed, an impatient look crossing his face.