In the emergency room.
Outside the curtain, Nora Hart was pacing anxiously.
"Sister Nora, the doctor said it's not life-threatening, don't worry."
Nora Hart looked at her assistant with a self-reproaching face, her eyes reddened, wanting to say something, but hesitated as she raised her eyes.
The epitome of being overly concerned and at a loss for words.
Whoosh——The curtain was pulled open.
Nora Hart was the first to rush over: "Doctor, how is it?"
"The scapula is broken. We need to fix it. We're arranging for an operating room now. Has family arrived? We need a signature."
...
Nora Hart was frantically acting, trying hard to immerse herself in guilt.
Suddenly, a cup of coffee was handed over from beside her.
"Remember me? I'm Grace Lane, Andrew Locke's sister."
"It was me who dealt with your injury last time."
Nora Hart nodded; she not only remembered Andrew Locke's sister, she even knew the name of their family dog inside out.