The neat sutures indicated that the person who stitched her wound possessed highly advanced medical expertise, not the slightest tremor in their fingers.
Such tiny scars, once the stitches are removed, would heal and perhaps only leave a faint scar, barely noticeable unless you look closely.
Aldana Candi watched for a while, then turned around, placed her feet on the floor, and attempted to stand.
Just as she was about to touch the ground, the door of the ward was opened, and the lights turned on.
Liam Summer, who came to check on her, saw her and was slightly taken aback, then his brows furrowed. He walked over and put her feet back on the bed, "Once the wound heals, you can try as many times as you like, but today I don't want to perform another wound stitching surgery on you."
"Will I never be able to stand up again?"
Liam Summer looked at her, "You won't be given another chance to stand up."
