The hand rose and the knife fell.
The sharp scalpel cut through ah Zhu’s wrist and along the joint of the wrist bones, easily cutting off her entire wrist!
“Dong -- dong -- !”
Two muffled sounds.
Ah Zhu’s left and right hands fell to the ground like two pig feet dissected by a chef.
Blood was a step too late. It only gushed out like a fountain in the next moment.
Ah Zhu never thought that she would be treated so cruelly by rushi Liu. The pain was mixed with shock. Her pupils constricted and she screamed, “Miss, you --”
Before she could finish, she closed her eyes and fainted on the ground.
All the doctors and nurses in the operating room were dumbfounded.
Rushi Liu was a patient who was on the verge of death. She was injured by herself and could barely move her arms and hands.
No one would have thought that she had the strength to cut off Ah Zhu’s hands.
It seemed that the power of a mental patient was much more powerful than people had imagined.
