Qin Chuan, already withered and emaciated, was covered with all sorts of pipes. Beside him stood a few people, including a middle-aged couple. Although both wore anxious expressions on their faces, Qin Chuan saw through their feigned worry to the cruelty lurking beneath.,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!,"Fart! Who signed the agreement I don't know anything about it!"。