Keira Olsen paused mid-sentence, furrowed her brow, and looked straight into the hospital room.
Inside, she saw Nara Gill with blood all over her hands, and even the apple peel she held was dipped in blood. Her fingers trembled as she stared at the cut that was bleeding on her hand.
Keira Olsen's pupils constricted; she immediately rushed in, "Nara, how are you?"
Nara Gill looked at Keira Olsen with red-rimmed eyes, then fixated her gaze on her trembling hand.
Her wrist had been slashed, and blood gushed out, leaving her hand too weak to exert any force!
Keira Olsen instantly asked, "What happened?"
Nara Gill gestured with her hand, wanting to speak, but unfortunately, no one in the room could understand her sign language. She wanted to write, but her right hand, the writing hand, had been cut at the wrist and was too weak to do so.
Her eyes were red with tears.
She was going to be a doctor in the future; how could she hold a scalpel if her hand had no strength?!