Chapter 86 The Collapse of Shirley Miller_1

Shirley Miller's mind had mostly recovered to clarity, but her body had not returned to normal, still limp and weak, unable to muster any strength.

Shirley tried to hold it in, to endure, but it had been quite a long time since her last trip to the restroom, and she had two large IV bags infused, so when the urge to urinate came crashing in like an avalanche, how could she possibly hold it back?

Shirley instinctively squeezed her legs together, clenching her teeth and putting up a fierce resistance.

Her slight movements caught the attention of Carson Flores, who was looking at his phone. The moment he looked up and saw her tightened legs and flushed face, as a doctor, he instantly understood.

"Need to use the restroom?"

Shirley, with her face beet red, dared not open her eyes and hummed a confirmation.

"Can you move by yourself?"

Shirley replied softly, "No strength."

Those three short words seemed to drain all her courage, turning her face as red as a piece of scarlet cloth.