"What's wrong?"
Seeing her look up, Roland couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
Samara averted her eyes , and focused at Roland's hands, "It's nothing. I can't drink anymore. You can ask the nurse to bring you some medicine to wipe your hands."
Roland's red and swollen hands were hard to ignore , and Samara couldn't stand it.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Glancing at her, Roland put the spoon back into the bowl and reached out to ring the bell.
"I can't drink anymore."
She was really hungry when she just woke up, but her appetite got vanished as quickly as it arose. . After finishing a bowl of soup only, Samara felt that her stomach was not so empty, so naturally, she couldn't drink anymore .
Seeing her like this, Roland didn't force it anymore.
He just rang the bell, and the nurse came soon.
Roland got up to make room for the nurse. "She just had a bowl of soup."
"Then it seems Ms. Novak is in good condition."