But no matter how many reasons there were, they couldn't explain why a half-hour drive had taken two hours, and he still hadn't arrived.

I dialed his phone number with trembling hands.

No one answered the phone.

I couldn't reach him, so I called his driver.

Fortunately, his driver answered the call quickly.

I asked urgently whether he was on the road already and where he was.

The driver stammered and told me that Oscar was not going to the hospital.

It was Betty who had called him away on an emergency.

Now he was driving Oscar and Betty.

Hearing his words, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

The scene of the doctor informing me to sign the death certificate was vivid in my mind.

Nine certificates...

It should only have taken him half an hour to deliver the medicine.

But I had no time to grieve now. I had something more important to do.

My parents were still waiting for the lifesaving antivenom.

I suppressed the surging sorrow in my heart and went crazy, asking him to give Oscar the phone.

A rustling sound followed, and I heard the phone fall into another hand.

I got straight to the point. "Oscar, where's the antivenom?"

But all I heard was the sweet voice of his haunting crush.

"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."