Nan Zhubin looked at the visitor's expression and emphasized, "But you personally rushed forward to grab the knife and were injured, leading to a coma."
The visitor gently shook her head, "You haven't seen other doctors who have been made worse because of medical troubles. Compared to them, I'm still considered lucky."
As she said this, the visitor instinctively touched the area below her right chest.
If Nan Zhubin remembered correctly, that was where she got injured.
[Corners of the mouth downturning, inner eyebrows raised and knitted—regret, sadness in the expression.]
[Hand instinctively touching the wound, the movement is light, carrying some emotions... wait a minute!]
Nan Zhubin's thoughts suddenly paused, realizing something was off.
The visitor's expression was correct, she did not conceal, did not lie.
—But the emotions the visitor is expressing now are not right.
