The director of this clinic was a girl around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old named Guan Xin.
"We can't delay any longer, we must immediately get Sister Hong to the hospital, or she won't last much longer."
The clinic mainly provided simple medical treatment for injured brothers and rarely operated for the public.
At this moment, sweat covered Guan Xin's smooth forehead as she repeatedly pressed a gauze pad against the wound on Sister Hong's back.
No sooner had a new piece of gauze been applied than it was soaked red with blood.
Sister Hong had been stabbed over thirty times in the back, some wounds deep enough to reveal bone. With such severe injuries, they were beyond what Guan Xin, an unlicensed veterinarian, could deal with.
"We can't take Sister Hong to the hospital. The wounds on her body will definitely attract police attention. If they dig up the case from a few years ago, Sister Hong will end up in prison."