NUA Hospital.
In the critical illness ward, due to kidney failure, Isabella Scott was swollen like rising dough at this moment.
In her faint consciousness, she still remembered crawling with difficulty from the abandoned factory to the roadside, feeling the cuts on her waist from the sharp stones along the way.
She was drenched in cold sweat, her muscles and bones exhausted.
The bloody nail marks on her face were terrifying, making her look like a ghostly figure by the roadside at night.
On a night when the wind howled, there wasn't a car in sight on the road. Her mind was gradually slipping away, just as two bright headlights appeared in the distance, drawing nearer.
Isabella was worried the car wouldn't stop, so she summoned all her remaining strength to crawl to the middle of the road.
She was gambling.
Gambling with her life.
If she won the gamble, she could save a life.
If she lost, she would meet her end.
