"Don't act like you're the victim here."
Yang Meiling let out a soft laugh.
She slowly strolled over to Qi Yuanyuan.
Less than half a step separated them.
"Just swapping out some old equipment... that's child's play," she said in a low, gentle voice.
"I heard... the hospital just received a shipment of expensive Western medicine. All imported targeted drugs, each costing a five-figure sum, and they're locked in the safe. They were just put in stock early this morning. I've already checked the security footage—there's a three-minute blind spot during the handover."
Qi Yuanyuan's head snapped up. Her face was as white as a sheet, her lips trembling slightly.
She kept backing away until the back of her head hit the wall with a soft THUD.
"No! Absolutely not!"
She almost shouted, her voice suppressed to a whisper.
