Kieran did not answer her question.
Instead, he said to himself, "Today is exactly eight years since she died."
She?
Before Alexa could react, Kieran picked up the bottle next to him.
She quickly snatched the bottle away, only to find that the glass shards on the side were stained with dried blood.
In the blink of an eye, Alexa could not help but frown.
"Don't drink anymore. What do you want to do to yourself?"
"She was doing just fine. Suddenly, somehow, her body began to fail rapidly."
Alexa was stunned and listened to him speak.
"At that time, I chose to learn medicine to treat her, but I still failed to save her."
Kieran slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes full of pain and regret.
"When I pick up the scalpel, I'm omnipotent in many people's eyes, but I'm nothing..."
His voice gradually weakened.