"Oscar, if you have something to do, you can leave first and don't have to accompany me. I can do it alone."
I couldn't help but shout angrily, "Oscar, you promised to give me the antivenom!"
Oscar's tone was extremely impatient, as if he was dealing with someone who was being unreasonable.
"What's the rush? It's just antivenom. Wait," he said casually.
"Can't you learn from Betty and be more considerate?"
I listened to his indifferent tone and felt a sense of heaviness in my heart.
But I knew that my parents' lives were still in his hands.
I could only suppress my anger and swallow my pride, softening my tone to flatter him, "Can it be delivered faster? My parents are still in the intensive care unit, and this toxin spreads quickly. They are at risk of death at any moment..."
Before I finished speaking, Oscar impatiently interrupted, "Enough!"
"Don't worry about this poison. I'm sure they won't die," he said.
They won't die?
But there were already nine horrifying bodies lying in the morgue...
"Stop calling and rushing me, it's annoying.
"If you keep annoying me, I can't guarantee that you'll see the antivenom."