"Oh, you're awake."
When Butterfly Zhen regained consciousness once again, the first words she heard were these.
She opened her eyes in some confusion and saw the delicate face with a cross-shaped scar.
"Benefactor, what happened to me?"
Miss Doctor immediately widened her eyes and reached for her neck, but the smooth, soft touch left her a bit at a loss.
Something's not right, this doesn't make sense.
She had decisively slit her throat, not as a joke but with real determination, hoping for a complete severance if possible, not just a major artery.
And she wasn't the kind of witch who relied on physical resilience, her strength was just that of an Elite Witch, not even a Great Witch, so suffering such severe injuries basically meant she was as good as dead.
As a professional doctor, Butterfly Zhen was quite confident in her judgment of her condition.
But now, the perfectly intact neck and the benefactor in front of her left her stunned.
