Suzanne Trent looked at the person beside the bed under the dim bedside lamp and then glanced at the surrounding environment.
Although the environment was good, it looked no different from a hotel, but the smell of disinfectant water around and the hanging bottles on the bed were enough to prove that this was a ward, just that she didn't know which hospital's VIP ward it was.
"Eleanor?" She opened her mouth, but her voice was so hoarse that it was almost just a raspy breath.
"It's me, sister." Eleanor waited for her to adapt to the brightness of the bedside wall lamp before turning on the main lights in the ward, allowing her to see more clearly, and then came to help her: "Do you want to get up and drink some water?"
"Why are you here?" Suzanne asked in a hoarse voice.